Take it away, rip my dreams into shreds,
I've wandered this path too long, I've tread,
It's the same road, but mine is littered with holes,
I've fallen so much that getting up is a goal,
It's not all poetic pain, this time,
When truth threatens to leave the crime,
The criminal and victim- face to face,
Shielding themselves with wounds of disgrace,
And I've read all the books I was meant to read,
I didn't find the reason why I'm meant to bleed,
Through life as days turn to weeks,then years,
And I watch, horrified, as all that comes true, are my fears,
Disgusting, isn't it? To be amongst the trodden,
Soon the pity you see in eyes turns rotten,
All that's left is a frail, fracturing hope,
A hope that hangs alive by a fraying rope,
A hope that dies,with each passing glare, each woeful smile, each solemn stare,
And I will the hope to crawl along,
As I lay in the dark where I belong,
Amongst the other creatures of the night,
All of them lonely because of the fight,
That hounds them by day, only to haunt them at night,
And I see we make a pitiable sight,
But who's to blame for this sordid story?
Nothing comes from wanting glory,
They told me to take the quieter road,
But now they won't even share my load,
And I'm waiting, perpetually, for a sign to say,
Don't worry child, you've not lost your way,
But the holes on the path just won't disappear,
I get weaker and weaker, with each lacrimal tear,
So go away, why dont you, leave like the rest,
"Whatever happens will be for the best",
That's all they say for those trapped by fate,
As we fall behind,swerving hate,
And I'll never see you again, of this I'm sure,
For you see, even I haven't yet found a cure,
For this all permeating uncertainty of mine,
They tell me everything is by design.
