I can't make a move
Unable to talk,
As they crushed my morality,
Like a brittle chalk.
I became a puppet by so many,
Just they think all of my schemes are witty.
Maybe I was so headstrong,
So headstrong that I'm deaf.
Like an ivy trying to grow
From the crevice in the wall,
Or a man who ghosted
By her lover behind the mall.
Seize the wooden raft so endless
To cross the huge chasm,
Leave all of the daftness,
Complexity and unruly spasms.
As they follow my golden blaze,
They've been blown to finish the race
Faithfully, I've existed for a long time,
As I wrote my life was like an awful lime.
I ended up writing nonsense,
Where am I? I'm in your mind
Perishing with the incense.
There's still a chance to make a change
A change for yourself to get out of that cage.
Manipulated by so many,
Like puppetry from La Marionetta,
Moved by strings of vexation and vendetta.
I walk on the creaking floors
Of my cabin full of doors.
Alone in the feral woods
During winter and summer,
Dark and grey and gloomy mood.
YOU ARE READING
The 18th Amendment (Revised Edition) (Anthology I)
PoetryTrying to reinvent himself during dire times. He found himself in a crooked path that no one leads to happiness.
