Numb
The last couple of day's have been a blur,
from what does this wretched eclipse of confusion spur?
My life broken because of a mistake,
at what ends will I be consumed by this fate?
Again I will be alone in a strange land,
where the only purpose is to fight in the sand.
Sleepless nights and dreary days will haunt me,
no motivation to carry on, no will to decree.
I cannot laugh, I cannot cry,
my heart racing to the point I want to die.
Reality has yet to set in on these current events,
but 9 years thrown away just to feel content.
Copyright © Jon B. Rangel | Year Posted 2008
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