MysteryAlthough I search to find a clue, Tortured by what I come to see; Life continues to move on, But it's a mystery to me.Mystery
Looking for stuff to fill the hole, Widening as it seems to be; All I find is more to question, 'Cause it's a mystery to me.
Weight of it all pushes me down; Cannot move, can barely breathe; No way to know what happens now, Cause it's a mystery to me
Chilling wind and clouded sky, Mocking me with its serene; My weakness bared beneath the trees, Though it's a mystery to me.
Stomach churned by the unknown,
UndoneI can't find the motivation, rather stay in isolation, wandering through the forest looking for the proper path. As I learn that intuition, won't help plans come to fruition, plans become a way to look back at my life and laugh.Undone
I thought if I learned enough That I could someday see Myself getting all I want How stupid could I be
Finally found the way to go, and I was walking down, the trail was cold and all uphill, but I still hid my frown. Making progress slowly just a little every day, I could see the end, could see me getting all the wa
InfectedInside of myself is so hard to read I'm infected with boredom and greed I know now there is nothing I need Still I grab quickly regretting my deedInfected
Looking for answers I haven't found yet I'm infected with pain and regret Did not even notice that there was a threat From without and within now I am beset
I realize that now it is just too late I'm infected with chaos and hate There is something inside here that won't wait This has now become my dominant trait
All of it burns inside like a fire I'm infected with lust and desire The flames that
RunningEvery day, every night, wherever I go, I run in fright,Running
charging through the desolation, clawing on in desperation,
where I'm going, I don't care, anywhere is better than there.
I still can feel them, when I close my eyes everyone is just meant for the flies.
Even when I excel, still dodging the gun, my skill at evasion amazes no-one,
they point and they laugh even though they fail, I wish I could stop, but still follow the trail.
Perhaps one day in trying, they will finally succeed, that will be the sweetest day ever indeed
Your poetry is interesting.
never stop
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