Trial by fire or trial by life? Which shall end my internal strife? Myself? Or someone else? And I seek someone to help stop this endless plight. For I ask help? For I'm drifting away. Away to a place that I cannot stay. For this I hate to say... but need to say is a cry for help. For I'm losing myself within this time. I no longer know... is it meer stress? Or am I meant to be alone within my tombstone? For no longer do I know. No longer am I. For yes I speak but no longer find solace within these words of rhyme. For it soothes the ache. But yet my mind breaks.
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Truth Through Tribulation. Hope Through The Darkness.
RomansThis is my life's truth. If you are ready for some hardcore truth poetry. THIS IS THE TRUEST YOU WILL SEE. For my poetry isn't just soul speak. But it also makes you think.
