I'm fighting a battle unseen
Using strength from places no one has been
Gaining wounds from actions self inflicted
Scars that show my travels convicted.
Words I am at a loss
I'm lost in a sea of scattered shards - glass.
I'm tired of being second best or even last
I'm tired of always being compared to who I was in the past
Take my soul
Take the parts of me that make me feel whole
But never question my decisions or thoughts
For I have lived through more and definitely had more I fought.
I'm running through lost memories
Grabbing onto them like they were still pleasantries
Blowing wishes into them as if I still had hope and positive energy
When I know all I had and all I own have lost its synergy.
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My Poems
PuisiIf you are looking for realness, there is nothing more real than my poetry that's based on real life events. No white lies, no cover ups, just the cold, hard truth with rhymes.
