| So much pressure around me
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| Become a shadow of whom I wish I’d be
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| Part of what remained inside, now feels lost
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| A vision entrapped in pain
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| A face without expression, relentless and remorseful
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| Blaming all but himself for falling in despair
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| I decided to turn my back
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| Try a different approach
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| Since everything that’s touched is bound to turn to dust
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| Recommend no further trial
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| Not a glimpse of should have been
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| Only the promised years to come
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| And with that my transgression will come to an end
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| So little movement within me
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| A shadow I’ve become
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| Fall out, now all is lost
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| It’s clear I’m incomplete
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| A face portraits depression, emotionless but thankful features that show:
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| When one loses, there is everything to gain
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| Free fall!
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| Failure above me circulates!
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| Dented pride encouraged and my broken spirit leads the way
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| Deterred comprehension
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| I tend to give up more and more each day |