Baffled by the thought of freedom.
I feel quizy. Hopeless. Dumb.
Haven't been myself for ages.
The lack there of. The wages.
Now I sound like a broken record.
Drunken sorrow. Cut the cord.
By this is you. This isnt me.
Alone. Apart. Never free.
Honestly it's a game.
The fight. The Fame.
Yet nothing holds me up.
Like the honey whiskey in this cup.
Again it's a repeat.
Sand surrounding my feet.
When I first laid eyes on you.
The sight was heavens glue.
Just as the sun set.
All eyes were mine. A bet.
Get the dream. Or loose the war.
Shattered apon opened door.
Hunted for years. Became unfamiliar.
Sought out by wolves. A sudden quiver.
Letters sent. Never returned.
Saving my life. Disappointed and burned.
Forced to follow. Forced to crawl.
Handled with care, just like a doll.
Keeping my only light. Only by day.
Given a curse...only in your way.
- Author: Hidden Poet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 21st, 2019 20:39
- Category: Love
- Views: 100
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