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Rated: · Poetry · Other · #1562266
a soul-searching read.

The mood is tenuous inside this brain
The mind is about to be drained
OF all essential prospects of life
There is absolutely nowhere to hide
What comes of this fractured soul
If it can no longer become whole
Rotten from complete annihilation
Due to inane accounts of decimation

The answer lies in any other place
That would reside in this life trace
Anywhere on earth is my escape
To erase all the hate and placate
its own new inner being of self
Needing any sort of self-wealth
So the runaway begins on this night
The journey only begins the fright

Center in an unforgiving city
Where everyone is withering
There is dusty bones on the ground
And broken glass is also found
But it is still a true beginning
Away from the cranium bending
Meet some new people and make
A friendship that you could take

Sing on the crowded street corners
In the clothes that were worn in
From yesterday's crowning dash
And now into the real world mash
A porous soul takes any money
That keeps this mind hunting
But the fact is that the mind
Is still there on the grind

Enter a beaten down arena
That could never hold john cena
But the man creates a gathering
Because they are festering
For an escape just like him
They all think they can't win
The man believes in life now
How could he ever frown

But then he would see the face
The dark would demonstrate
He asks for help on his trip
But all he gets is smart lip
They say they have nothing
So they cannot risk running
All for themselves in this town
So you make sure you dont drown

The man quietly exits the city
But he is still guessing and wishing
All have deserted him or escorted
Him straight into the unrewarded
A good man, an incredible soul
But he just cannot be sold
No one has the light to help him
The mood is growing more grim

So he decides to reach a cliff
Anyone else would be stiff
But this man has had enough
Maybe afterlife isnt so tough
So the periled being steadies
Just to make sure he is ready
Then he takes a spectacular fall
But he feels nothing at all
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