Left Without a Trace
Feel the rhythm of my heart…
The moment you broke it apart…
Feel the rhythm of my storm…
That makes the world quaver with fear and distress…
This dilemma gets more frightening
Why did you force me to sit alone in this solitary dorm?
You threw me out like a pen that ran out of ink
I’m no longer useful for writing…but I’m still thriving
You abandoned me and put me into adoption…I begin to sink
I’m no longer willing to run the extra mile…I feel like giving
In to failure…what will happen in the long run?
Pound to the rhythm of my heart
The moment you left me without a trace
Taste my wrath…push away the death cart
That strikes without warning like unpredictable lightning…
Have I lost or won the race? What have I done to deserve such cruel punishment?
Tell me right in my face; you made me look like a disgrace!
Let me go! I want to go my own pace…let me run my own race…
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013
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