It's hard to lose all you know. Routines exchanged to deceive the foe.
You wonder if life hates you or if it's challenging you in a way to grow.
Friends lost, family deceased.
Why do you lose all the things you know,forced to grieve.
To the man above it's all a game. A cruel game of will you live out your days or end them in blame.
Debating whether your playing the game or you play the spectators role.
Passing through days without feelings or thoughts.
Empty, blank, but always concerned about the challenges ahead.
Will you live out your days? Or end it instead.
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The Cloud That Weighs Upon My Head. (Poetry)
Poesía•My Mind Is Fogged With Hate And Misery, Eating Away At Every Cell And Emotion. Why Not Share These Twisted Thoughts In The Form Of Poetry?• ~~"My heart has let you in, never to let you out, and so it breaks me everyday your love I can't live withou...
