I don't know what to do,
I've lost everything I once knew.
Is this how prisoners feel?
Confusion, I collapse to my knees.
I'm not creating new memories.
I just want to find my calling again,
I just want to feel my heartbeat again.
I'm stuck in a vicious cycle,
I can only see as far as the closest mile.
What am I to do with me?
I'm trapped in this dark stagnancy.
I can't find my purpose in this life,
It cuts like a fucking knife.
I choke on my words,
This summer hurts.
The sun splits the stones,
But I can't seem to find my home.
What am I to do with me?
I feel like my life is wasting.
I'm stuck in a vicious cycle,
I can only see as far as the closest mile.
What am I to do with me?
I'm trapped in this dark stagnancy.
I can't find my purpose in this life,
It cuts like a fucking knife.
I've tried to get back on the horse,
I always fall off, there's no remorse.
Maybe I'm just destined to be trapped in my shell,
Maybe I'm forever going to concoct my own personal hell.
I'm stuck in a vicious cycle,
I can only see as far as the closest mile.
What am I to do with me?
I'm trapped in this dark stagnancy.
I can't find my purpose in this life,
It cuts like a fucking knife.
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PoetryThis is my fifth poetry collection and it symbolizes something much greater than that. It shows my personal liberation. My writing style has completely rejuvenated itself and I have found myself writing about topics I was once afraid of. This is wha...
