The Urge.

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Never did I think I would walk along this path,
I could feel the urge pull each time that I gasp.

A burden I am,
To the people around me,
The ground I walk on,
Being deemed unworthy.

I am the cause of their hateful minds.
It drives me crazy,
I am nothing but blind.

Like a dog I chase,
Hoping to reach for a hand.
Only to be abandoned,
Being taken for a grain of sand.

A rope I held in my shaky hands,
The thoughts that fill that I can't command.
I can't, I shouldn't, I must not give in,
I have so much to live for but the pain seeps into my skin.

I question the sky,
Will this pain last?
Another arises,
How many sins have I cast?

Will there be an afterlife?
Is it as torturous there too?
Will I be stuck in fiery pits,
Or will I feel the blissful dew?

Forgive me for my sins,
I repeat like a chant.
My hands tie a knot on the rope,
It's a feeling that haunts.

I pause, I shudder then I drop the rope in hand,
So close, yet so far to reach for the end.
Yet, my days hasn't come undone,
I will bury this day and keep it hidden.

My attempt has failed,
Nothing I do can do is right.
Will it stay like this until my eternal night?

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