Lost
An empty vessel without a candle to light his purpose in life.
He spends yet another night in the maze of his mind
Stumbling blindly down a path of his own conviction.
Multiple steps leading in a circle we call life, trying to get
Ahead of the ghost that precedes him. He knows he is
Bound to do great things, but has lost sight of the next step.
He falls back on a 2 hour bliss that only builds yet another
Wall in the maze of self hatred. He starts running.. To try
And get ahead.. He stumbles... He falls.. Hes maimed
By his own emotion. Forcing him back with waves
Of loneliness and self hatred. How can he help anyone
If he is his own worst enemy. How can he love when there
Is literally nothing inside him to do it with. He is blind in time.
Looking for his next rhyme to alleviate his mind.
Copyright © Downed Jester | Year Posted 2016
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