Yielding to them remains the only choice
Lost in myself I seem to be
Armed with weapons of my own demise
Suffering and pain seems to hold sway
Tortures I try to avert yet fail
Have no clue which's my way
Options are limited, are only pain and hate
Push on is the only thing I do
Even as death prepares to make its raid
1 comments:
ok little man...impressive the rhyme and the structure were good....but just so...i give you a challenge...for change get out of yourself and write something happy or lightly funny....prove your mettle
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