Whats To Mend
I'm in this world alone
locked in a cage
location unknown
everyone is against me
I can't resist fate
I still pretend to be
in this hell
I so vividly taste
Can't this be a dream?
An image in my mind?
Or is this reality
If I seek
Will I find?
It's there for me to grasp
Though I cannot touch it
I'm on top of it
Though I seem above it
Desperately, I reach for my existence
Searching for hope
or resistance
unable to find
what I'm looking for
I end up far behind
staring up from the floor
warm blood on my hands
is it mine?
or is it yours?
Confusion suffocates me
in circle I roam
Illusions penetrate me
deep in my bones
I cannot go on anymore
I've reached my end
Unaware of what's in store
Still unaware
of what's to mend...
Copyright © Mike Bentley | Year Posted 2006
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