Seeking Peace
Sad eyes on a happy face
All alone, in a crowded place
Welcome to the other side
Of me
Money rich, but poor in spirit
Many ears, not one, could hear it
This is what my life has
To be
Rising up, while sinking farther
Destined to be, my own Martyr
This is what my eyes, choose
To see
With wealth, fame, and family ties
Living an unending lie
I will end this, painful
Fantasy
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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