My Struggle
Trapped inside a circle of dirt mountains
Feeling like a prisoner
Waking up to the struggle
Everyday kids to feed bills to pay
Hoping sanity stays
Just want to stop and play
I cant see that day
Seems like I was dealt a bad hand and its to late to change
With the bad decisions I've made
Even with God by my side
Hidden by the cold shade of grey making it foggy
All I can see is the hatred
That's tearing me away
From the good things that lay at bay
Dreading the day I run out of things to say
Breaking up inside its boiling over
Cant hold it in much longer
Filled with hatred and anger
Fighting the fear of the release of my wrath
As the world crumbles under my feet
Knowing what it will cost and what will be lost
My breath is slowing shaking like a leaf
My mind shutting down
When will it end
Don't mean to offend
But whats left if you cant contend
There's no need to pretend
I will follow my own trend with no bend
I will always defend mine with or without a friend
The lights fading is this satan coming for my hating
I'm tired of praying and sick of waiting
4/8/2017
Copyright © Jeremy Smith | Year Posted 2017
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