Broken hope
I'm starting to realize
This dream I'm stuck in
This nightmare of a world
Is the new reality
Given upon me by some unseen force
Maybe there's a god after all
And if there is one
He's a dickhead
Dishing out one too many sick jokes
Maybe I'm supposed to mellow out
And the trauma and grief are supposed to put me in my place
But my place was destined to me
The day I was born
Following a path I knew nothing of
Taking away any possibility of whatever normal could've been
A child forced to grow up
Too soon
Yet not understand any of it
Or how to function in an adult way
Just drift around
Old enough to be grown up
But dumb enough to not qualify
Drifting in a murky swamp
Pond scum trapping my ankles to the sandy floor
While I'm told I need to swim
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Poetry Book 5
PoetryThis is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my co...
