walking this path of misery..stepping over broken glass
so many questions i want to ask..but i dont i just move right past
and keep fighting for what...to be alone at last
becuz dispite the fight..the damage is still casted
so vast..cant get thru the storm with no mast
so i carry the weight of the world with a mask
becuz im hiding from my past..emotions sturring so fast
waiting to be free at last free at last...so i continue my craft
feelings creating a self inflicted womb bleeding like a bllood bath
as i try not to potentially collapse..
even when i feel i cant speak..i let the pages flap

so many outlets..i choose a few words
poetry is when im heard
where i matured
where my duty is served
when my visions are blurred

misery..is me
paining..long..losing belief
walking in this heat

seems i lost my seat
my throne my home..is now gone
pack up and walk on