My grief stems deeper than the surface for right now im having thoughts of begining worthless, continously hurting from begin ran over by lifes repeated blows putting me deeper into financial woos.. Only built anger in my heart with every streching thought of living so low.. Still i cry so many tears shed so many defeats forced upon me, for life as i want but, only became a dream wishin of ways to press replay, to repeat each day with a small tweek.. To bad that to would just b a dream for foward is the only option humm, quite unique.. Continously sadden how everybody uses and abuses me.. For life as i want it has me stressning in disbelief, just when i thought i had turned a new leaf.. Reality strike now the reflection of the fool is me... Rare chances to make it cool believe if i could i would trust and belive..
By: CROC
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Unheard Voice
PoesíaA multitude of writings shedding a different Ray of light on various parts of life..
