Moving Away
I am living a nightmare, blackened, an ugly
Life where not for a second can I look back
All that matters now is my future, and the past is erased
What I have done cannot be taken back, and what I will do
Has yet to be known
But I am afraid
What I loved, taken from me, countlessly.
What I enjoyed, slain at my feet
Who I saw to be my influences, my peers, walk away into the darkness
Isolating me.
Who can i connect to?
The ones I will soon see before me stare back at my personality with closed eyes.
Copyright © David Bruce | Year Posted 2009
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