Some paths you chose and some are chosen for you. sometimes the latter ones kill your soul while the body lives on...
Black tagged
Hundreds of doors all locked and sealed with only one road straight ahead. Either I march along, accepting my fate Or be dragged across by my feet Wise are those who win a losing battle By accepting defeat So with my path finally chosen, my dreams laid to rest I wonder has He forsaken me? Or was this another test? Routed thoughts trample on the corpses of my dreams screaming ambitions now chained within ripping apart the fabric of my being letting go of my never land I swallow the poison served in goblets grand As life continues to play its hand A beating heart with broken knees, Still alive, every breath a tease
tag me black move on to the next I’ve said my piece And you’ve paid your respect.
I hope you get many reviews for this stunning piece of workmanship. The subject is very dark in dire but the way you write it is very realistic and meaningful with many metaphors so eloquently done.
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