I envy the ones sleeping for decades,
Innocent as they drift in nothingness.
I'm tired of playing this game of charades,
I'm restless in waiting for Death's caress.
I can still remember myself saying,
"I should work with what I got all the time",
But reality said I got nothing,
I'm just a nobody making up rhymes.
My being's crushed by my own life and mind,
And in this new world, I opened my eyes,
But I can't even do the things like find
My life's purpose in this prison of lies.
I am plucked from the stars and placed here,
In a place like hell where I live with fear.
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𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼 || 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂
Poetry❝And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.❞ Embrace your sadness and speak with the darkness, then let it guide your pen. Brightness doesn't exist without the dark to help it shine. Copyright © 2021, M. A. Beni...
