Doubt
These words and thoughts, they leave me ashamed,
Disgraced with the man that I am,
Disgraced and bound tight, unable to breathe,
Feeling as though I am damned,
And everyone wants a piece of my peace,
I feel like I’m smothered and tied,
I think everyone thinks I’m for their target shots,
To shoot at and injure inside,
You see, the lifestyle I lead, the leisure I love,
The things my heart and soul all yearn for,
My mind only wants to do all these things,
My mind thinks I’m a broken down whore,
And these moments recalled, souvenirs on my head,
All tattooed in ink to my brain,
They’ll never leave, never ease off the ache,
Forever filling me up with the pain.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2018
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