There are so much things I fear,
I lose myself and what I hold dear.
So many of life's difficulties,
Drown me into a pool of uncertainties.
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What is it? What will now become of me?
If only the forbidden fruit remained on the tree.
Then maybe I would never have been born
In a world of anguish, sadness and scorn.
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The society would never understand me at all,
They would push their ideas until I fall
Into their trap, their minds are vastly different,
They can't see or hear me, they're incoherent.
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Lord, I'm crying, come to my aid,
Don't let your promises ever fade.
Life's inconveniences are taking hold of my feet,
Please don't let me die in defeat.
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Someone intercede for me, anyone out there?
Let me know if you actually care.
In my life, I feel like I haven't established anything.
I'm losing my sense if purpose, feels like I'm nothing.
Copyright Star Ashley Cruz
Written July 14 2016
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R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PoesieI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
