everyone knows what they want
they'll do whatever it takes to get it
as long as you get yours
who cares about anything else?
caught within the greed
i was stripped of my previous life
and left struggling to understand
who i was
unrecognizable to even myself
reflections are untrue
finding sanctuary in my poetry
i wrote with an underlining message
a cry for help
but as i wrote
pages turn
pages torn
pages burn
through the ashes i saw my true enemy
unfamiliar to all but me
taking form as a barricade
denying me access to the promised land
banished to the threshold of my self-conscience
left alone i realized that there is no solution in sight
the dream is over
the hope is gone
peering over the edge of my sanity
i dove into the blackest of my pain
drowning in my own sorrow
gasping for air
soon my struggle is over
and now i walk lifeless among the living
though i'm not truly dead
i might as well be |
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