Forsaken are the days past, gentle and true
Simplistic honesty, lost amidst ever creeping disorder
Once thought to be right, proper, respectalbe
Now a shunned taboo, disregarding effort and sincertiy.
A process, few standing fast, yet found wanting
Forgoing ones own path, skipping across a farce
The torture of thy own agony, brought upon by dishonesty
Weaved through the keyhole of doubt.
Spinning endlessly through an empty sky
A chaotic blunder of inner turmoil, total silence
Loathing that on the outside, detesting that lying within
Confusion and fear...doubt and pity, shining brighter then ever
Unable to succeed, ever failing
A blistered crossroads, choices unmaped
Turn away, to be true and deserted
To continue onward, fictitious and satisfied.
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Here you will find mostly the poetry I write, possibly some bitching and complaining about whatever is going on in my life, but I usually keep that to a private place... So enjoy, feel free to leave comments if you like.
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