Battle plans have been drawn
Swag exchanged at the pawn
Got the tokens at last I can feed
There's an itch I can't scratch
A real need to detach
From reality's nightmare and greed
So I'll seek out my fix
Have to deal with the pricks
Populating the world I must roam
As I pocket my wrap
Tram lines read like a map
Destination a heart with no home
I would kill for this hit
Rusty tools as my kit
An escape from emotions my goal
I was not born this way
All the games life would play
Forced me deeper down into this hole
I won't use an excuse
This is me breaking loose
From the life I once wished could be mine
Free from gravity's pull
It had all seemed so cool
When I sparked up while snorting a line
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Author:
peto (
Offline) - Published: July 6th, 2024 07:44
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Comments3
Song of detachment, indeed-All are strangers to each other sometimes… Good to see you here…
Thank you parisab
Never a true word said
I truly appreciate your time
A very sad poem, full of heartache and woe. Your poem is full of killer rhymes and cadence I love reading it even when its so poignant and painful. Hope things have turned around...
Just me scribbling Christina
Thank you very much for always reading
It means a lot
I felt your poem in my heart ! Excellent work here !
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