My fault a noose is hanging you by a wire.
Every moment I desire to retire
From the unexceptable reputation of a street rat.
For a quik meal,sell after deal,acting phat.
I quiken the bidding,so your slipping.
My fault for every moment your dreading.
Misery and pain gained for the game.
Impressive wits to escape,you claimed.
Warped perception of life makes you Hallucinate.
Chances chased,yet fade bringing you closer to fate.
Missed opportunities to reunite after long neglection.
Bitter truth covered by childhood hero with sweat lies as distraction.
Visions and memories fill my brain,driving me to the brink of insanity.
The sweat releife of his returning was an oxymoron to a distorted fantasy.
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Soul Searching
PoetryForgotten thoughts and faded memories are expressed through my poems or writings. I try to make it as understanable as possible. If you have any advise then please leave a comment. If you dont like random and no spicific story to fallow then I sugge...
