Ropes
down on my knees begging please free me from these ropes with no hope as I try to cope holding on to these strings as my life depended as I fence off all optical illusions in my way as I have done so for far too long yet still strong trying to hold my own those around don't seem to notice my frown for my cover is that much clever than putting up a class act as a matter of fact fooling my self as well into deep of a hurled to come back from gray sky's linger eager for rain so draining is my struggles as I face them head on bend knees while reaching for the rope to pull myself out of these dark and lonely walls that keep me two steps back from going forward and going under stranger things keep happening all around me trying to break the cycle but the wheels keep on turning ending up in the corner of no return lost and alone no one to run to nowhere to go no understanding where you tend to stand no helping hands to reach all too consumed in their own affairs to notice one of their own is in despair reaching for air life doesn't play fair been there done that always the second wheel to those that matter for the better good I see myself with wisdom I have acquired through the years but still a lonely broken humbleness instilled in me don't look for sympathy just pure understanding as for why on this crooked road must i lead not as a follower but miss lead lost soul and eventually ill find my way its just a matter strong will to survive the UNthinkable ropes
Copyright © Mirian Parrilla Garcia | Year Posted 2017
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