A Spirit Drained
Battling changes in life. I slip into a distorted & confused frame of mind.
Frustrated & despondent I absorb my shame,
I then, pick my self up as, my spirit fights to give me strength .
Fighting off fools, bad women & old age.
I seek redemption for my soul, with no games being played, still
Maintaining who I am, I won't give in to them.
I have no expectations from any one, only relief in life for the
things I have done.
As my spirit soars above me against the wind
I push away & try to ignore the pain felt with in.
Walking along these streets, I struggle trying to believe that
there's any honesty left, in this society.
This is what I believe to be the closing stages of dying breed.
With my spirit soaring above me, I refrain from taking action,
I look the other way as if, to say good bye to you again,
good night from a Spirit Drained.
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