The Unknown
The unknown
Like a morbid claw
death's grip is placed
over me.
Like a cat with nine lives.
I search for serenity.
A pace were I can clear my mind,
and focus on the me
I need to be.
Holding back a life unknown
to few.
Were parasites live
hoping i wont unleash
the truth.
Holding back a life
filled with abortions
so mis- trusting in the man I need.
He watches my eyes
watching his eyes,
filled with infidelity.
It's always me,
working,
striving,
steadily surviving.
This life placed in front of me.
Wondering how they
wear those phony smiles.
While they secretly envy me.
Talking behind my back,
twisting up the facts
of what they thought they knew.
Concentrating on the past.
Scared to look forward relying on the false truths.
There parents bore through
there impartial minds.
But it's time to give in.
Because the unknown always remain
unknown.
Copyright © Mercedes Terry | Year Posted 2006
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