from outside the view is well
and all seems fine
yet all has turned to hell
in this fucking life of mine
i wonder is it the day
or just a state of mind
looking for the pay
or something i can't find
a mess i will admit
a depth i would not share
a moment to commit
to this tired nightmare
so full of rage
an anger uncontrolled
release me from this cage
it's dark lonely and cold
where does this hide
in the dark recess of my mind
a path i need not to abide
if the less traveled path i could find
i hate inside my head
the empty space i call me
i am not yet dead
but sometimes wish to be
2 comments:
I love this one
thank ash. you sort of like robert frost and i gleaned a little from him... "if the less traveled path i could find" i love his poetry.
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