Dark Poetry #4 |
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My life, Part 5 (Struggling) |
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Xeonox![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA ![]() |
I struggle through this misery, Making every thing scummb to insanity, I often cry inside for I can’t rest, When I sleep at nite, I hope to wake up the next day, Become a new man, With clear vision and new parole, I am goin no where in this life, So many others have it worse, Then why do I picture myself- Laying in a hearse, No peace, even as I rest here, Many have come to wish me goodbye, Yet no one cried as they walked by, They wishin for my soul to rest in peace, But eternally I continue to greave, Time has passed me by as I protest, But I never looked back twice, About my life and my struggle, And askin lord to forgive this vice, I hurt the ones I love the most, Who give me a chance to share- My thoughts and my hopes, But I am greedy and I want more, Couldn’t see it the end if it came- With a label marked hell, My life will never be mine, Until I quit these rhymes, I am always lost and wantin to find- Peace and happiness that was promise to me, But no one cares if I die tonight, My heart gives in and my eyes Shed broken promises, Filling the thirst of heartless raptors, I try to survive on my own, But this life is not right, And I cannot continue to fight, For no one sees this struggle, And this lifestyle full of empathy. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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