With open eyes, friends couldn't see
Beyond their tainted lungs and
Blistered feet.
Their status shown upon the streets
No dreams to free ourselves of need.
A thicket afront an institution
Though it's meant to hide, I've grown.
My only fear and retribution
To abandon ship
To free my grip
And embrace anew, the new unknown.
Mediocrity is blending
Most of my words are garbage.
Consistantly being tested,
A mind silent, but never resting.
But a note.
But a pen.
But a mark.
The story begins where it would arc.
Lost before the plot could thicken
The seams seem to tear the pages apart.
Kept to myself, ill hold my own
Fore my words are sharp,
And thoughts intruding.
Drifting further into the unknown
My only fear and retribution.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
With open eyes, friends couldn't see
Beyond their tainted lungs and
Blistered feet.
Their status shown upon the streets
No dreams to free ourselves of need.
A thicket afront an institution
Though it's meant to hide, I've grown.
My only fear and retribution
To abandon ship
To free my grip
And embrace anew, the new unknown.
Mediocrity is blending
Most of my words are garbage.
Consistantly being tested,
A mind silent, but never resting.
But a note.
But a pen.
But a mark.
The story begins where it would arc.
Lost before the plot could thicken
The seams seem to tear the pages apart.
Kept to myself, ill hold my own
Fore my words are sharp,
And thoughts intruding.
Drifting further into the unknown
My only fear and retribution.
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