I am fueled with anger and rage
I question my sanity and age
I make and write for the page
I'm waiting for my wage
Love is something so strange
Comforting yet so numbing to ache
I learned from a young age
That the world isn't my stage
I'm young and a fool
I'm filled, but not full
Mistake, learn, Mistake, and regret
That's the way life takes a breath
Inside of me feels
That the world is filled with ill
Bad and Good I deal
My body is full of secrets that are sealed
Inside the lines that we called sins.
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THE CLOUDWALKER
Poetry𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧) - Living in my own words is better than to suffer your world. "THE CLOUDWALKER" is a collection of poems about the feeling of not belonging to the world, feeling of being trapped in the past, presen...
