Flare of Emotions
the four corners of the
room
in which i stand feels like
a tomb.
On a solitude plane
i weigh my existence.
Whilse just sitting and
looking in a distance.
I see myself wrongly
propergated.
In this life i call mine
which I barely dictate
i am pulled side by side
by chains of society.
I try to move free
but i can feel no ground
beneath me.
Like a fly caught in the
web of loniless the more i
struggle
the more the spider of
regrets draw closer.
In its eyes it gives me the
stare of dispair
my cries create echoes
which rather summons
my foes.
Like vultures to finish off
my remains.
My body aches from all of
these quakes.
Quakes emanating from a
heartbeat of a man in
pain.
Hurt feels so sweet.
Just waiting for the next
thorn to pierce through
my heart.
With teeth clenching
i feel it only in my bones.
I try to defy the odds.
The die is cast but it is
just even.
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