
Another depressing poem directed at the world around me. I hate fighting stereotypes. RR!
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Angst - Words: 152 - Published: 01-17-05 - id: 1810305
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Trapped in the lies
That have emerged with time
I struggle to escape
From the binding chains on my soul
Caught in the web of
Deceit and treachery
I try to save myself
Before I morph into one of them
Every morning my eyes open
But the only thing I can see
Are the venomous words that fly
About in the cold air
At night when the world sleeps
I keep my eyes open
For fear of falling into darkness
Into the angry midst of my past
Trapped in the lies
That deeply punctures into my heart
I vow to leave this behind
And travel to someplace pure
There is too much betrayal
Too much pain, too much anger
What good can come from this?
Who can vanquish these things?
The only thing that can be done
Is to practice resistance
To forever breakout of the endless cycle
That is my life
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