hard times


weak to contend

my heart reeks with squimishness

pushing back feelings of rage

and discontent

its no foolishness

trapped like an angry lion in a cage

bilious in here yearning for a new age

i've commited no crime

yet tormented time after time

i feel mocked persecuted

in the endless tide

always seeming to be

an object of humiliation

meeting only with much strife

id like to end the struggle of  my life



  • Augustus

    In the pits. Nicely done. Hugs.

    • onepauly

      the next one will
      show you the answer
      of how I figured it out.

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