I use this tool as a fuel to push me
But lately with everything around me
It's been hard to focus.
You use to bring me hope and joy to get my mind off the pain.
I cant stand the rain hitting against my window pane.
I cant keep myself sane since you was all I've know.
You relieved my stress on things that tried to overtake me.
When will I ever feel this old thing again.
The drive and fuel that pushed me.
Maybe because I lost the feeling of what's me.
The joy of higher learning and personal life,
I just hope I grip on what is right and that's ME.
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Rosen from the Ground
PoetryRose from a concrete is the breakthroughs of life and overcoming it all