My murky heart is once more stained and I'm done
like suicide. I’m prepared to die
but I won’t turn a blind eye.
This world needs peace,
already so much pain. People cannot help
but harm for their own gain.
As I look on I'm consumed
with rage.
Sapped.
Energy subsumed by enemies
who would make a fool out of love.
Who would make a fool out of love?
Why do I feel insane?
Inane doubt. Weak.
There are those who seek borrowed strength
but I’m straining. Breaking the bank.
Busting the cage
Addressing a blank page
Writing a future for you and me
so children can handle the horrors of living
Start with forgiving
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
My murky heart is once more stained and I'm done
like suicide. I’m prepared to die
but I won’t turn a blind eye.
This world needs peace,
already so much pain. People cannot help
but harm for their own gain.
As I look on I'm consumed
with rage.
Sapped.
Energy subsumed by enemies
who would make a fool out of love.
Who would make a fool out of love?
Why do I feel insane?
Inane doubt. Weak.
There are those who seek borrowed strength
but I’m straining. Breaking the bank.
Busting the cage
Addressing a blank page
Writing a future for you and me
so children can handle the horrors of living
Start with forgiving
