What is this feeling
this pain that drains me
this urge that strains me
these thoughts that chain me
Oh it's my fate
my destiny which seems to have been decided
My actions already planned with me not knowing it
My body is moving but I'm not controlling it
I squirm, resist, and fight with all my might
but destinies chains have latched on to me tight
Force to do its bidding, I follow it commands
Jumping in front of bullets
Drowning in others place
Helping others find success
As that is what it dictates
All while I am reduced to a simple gate
All this and more destiny demands
All while I sink lower into the land
While this happens I cry and wail on the stop where I stand
Wondering why I was the puppet for destiny's plan
As I lock in place, I look for that hand,
that hand that I had been stretching out for others who needed help to stand
But there was no one there
no one to help me stand
no one to pull me out of the land
No one there to become my shelter
As this was is fate
Stuck in the ground, there to be others gate
Doing all as destiny dictates
It made you think that I was the
Benevolent Spectre
But in reality I am it's puppet
For Now and Forever
The Stringed Helper
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Expressing the Unexpressed Thoughts
PoetryA Poetry Book filled with my own original poems that talk about a variety of topics. It's based on my view of reality and the different ways which I choose to understand it. It's mostly an outlet for my creativity, but that doesn't stop you if you w...
