My minds a hallway of shattered dreams,
Of hopeful echoes and hopeless screams,
My life is really less than it seems,
Filled with anger and frustration that bursts at the seams,
I don’t have goal,
I’ve lost sight of my needs,
I’ve become a shadow of myself,
That merely sleeps and feeds,
Like the shadow I’ve become, I’ve found I can’t bleed,
I’ve lost all emotion, so I’ve turned pleading to greed,
Hoping that one day I’ll find what I need,
That isn’t based on false hope or words that I read,
So now my heart is unflattered and my soul uncaptured,
I look back on my life, stained red where bloods splattered,
And though my mind may be broken and my dreams might be shattered,
I'm still here today because I remember what mattered.
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Random Poetry
PoesíaA small collection of poems I was required to do for assignments and what not. Now also including a few other poems I wrote out of boredom. Cover artwork: Typewriter - by drivesmeinsane http://www.deviantart.com/art/Typewriter-71733985