Sometimes,
I wonder if the sun really does rise,
And the waves really do crash,
The shores,
What if it's a myth and illusion?
A figment of my imagination,
And what if everyone is playing me like a pawn?
Move the piece right or left then the battle will be won,
But won in whose favour?
I ask thee
Who is the winner?
Who is the loser?
Who is the betrayer?
I suppose the blame is on my head,
because I let them take all my steps,
while I lay in bed,
I mourned,
I re-visited,
I consumed myself while,
Everyone else called the shots,
I was caught in a web,
Since I did not,
Hold forgiveness,
in my heart.
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Chapters of Irrationality
PoetryI write emotional poetry and try to create beautiful imagery as I describe all the situations that people deal with in their lives. This is a collection of my true inner thoughts and feelings. Yet, I like to keep little mystery so I am curious to k...
