The pulling strings
Attached to my soul
My wards are no match
I have no control
To give in to it
Fall into that hole
Swallowed in darkness
Oh pitiful soul
To reap it's reward
Be filled with its joy
A moment to sate
It's intended ploy
A lure to a trap
That seeks to destroy
The hope I have left
A torn ragged toy
Releasing it's grip
On my battered soul
I climb to the light
From out of the hole
Into a new world
With hopes of control
Until the bell rings
The toll of my soul
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 9th, 2018 07:35
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Comments1
A great depiction of struggle.
Thanks.
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