Here I sit, Lost in thought.
My mind racing back and forth, Yet I haven't moved an inch.
I am alone, Left by all to just rot!
Used and abused, beaten but never flinched.
I have given so much of me, bits are tossed and lost.
And what is not given, is taken by force.
Talked down to or controlled, shown who is the boss.
Directed down a path, Shown only one course.
I strive to crawl out my shallow grave, one hand over foot.
Blinded by my darkness, yet guided by my light.
Piercing the crust of freedom, Eyes widen by my newfound loot.
You say I can not see the truth, But I now have true sight.
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Thoughts that Fester in the Brain: A Collection of Despair
Poesia"Thoughts that Fester in the Brain" is a haunting collection of poetry that explores the depths of loneliness, heartbreak, and despair. Each poem captures the raw emotions of feeling lost, forgotten, and unseen in a world that offers no solace. For...
