What have I done with my life?
I’m stuck in between towering walls of cracking bricks.
The ground rumbling beneath from my boiling strife.
Debris trickles down like the first spill of rain after harmful tricks,
Causing the unseen uprising of the century.
I’m trapped in all forgotten moments,
Vanishing within the emptiness of my mind.
Pressured to ignore all other acknowledgements
To be placed in the void, forever to be confined.
Even isolated away from my own sweetest memory.
The grout ruptures and bricks began to fall.
Rhythmic rumbling turned into a heartbeat throbbing
As my own convulses and I am forced to one knee, ready to call
For a better ending than just these walls dropping,
Crushing me with the utmost damnatory
For years, I’ve swam in the luxury of my dreams,
Presented myself as a warrior, surviving every obstacle.
But why do I have tears, cascading into streams?
Am I forsaken to live in this cycle?
It’s all the same—am I truly free?
The walls fall, I’m crushed, and there’s the aroma of blood.
Somewhere in the void of my mind, there’s a key
That I can turn and wash this pain away in a great flood.
But it’s just a turn, a turn that can be repeated.
I’m afraid it’s all the same—am I truly free?
Hear me calling out that I’ve been cheated;
This isn’t how I saw my life to be.
It repeats and it repeats.
Am I truly free?
I’ve been given the tickets of front seat,
So I can watch the abuse in horror, never to flee.
