"uncompetitive" poems
The dusky skies full of embers
Was the only thing i could remember
Before my mind gone restless
And everything became motionless
Condemned by my own guilt
Chained by something that never be
For the sins i've commit will never go away
In circular motion i tried to make my way
It feels like this life was uncompetitive
For i've been pushed to edge of the cliff
Caused by an obligation i forcefully had to take
Didn't even know how to repent for my own sake
At last, there isn't any means to strive
Empty-handed, no reason to survive
Falling and kneeling over my grief
Waiting for salvation to be lit again
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
What do you mean to me?
You're gold.
I've never been first place.
I won't plan on it either.
I'm just here to get folks by.
Need a lift? Here's a ride.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC