My nerves
Went through the roof
The calmness left my bones
As I await my demise
Or
A clear promise
Of a
Hopeful future
My years of being a child
Is over
Life across the bridge begins
It's hard when everyone
Is expectant of glory
And triumph
When you yourself cannot imagine
It's hard when everyone believes
But you yourself lost the trust
You had in you years ago
An institution
Four years
Would sell my soul
Life and devotion
But to get their there'd be mountains to climb
To soar the high
How can I?
When I can't fathom the heights
When I can't fly
When the wings people thought I have
Are just a mere façade
Of a glorified failure
Of a celebrated vagabond.
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Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
