Trapped…

Here’s another one of my dark poems…

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Caught up in a whirl of disoriented thoughts
This convoluted Mind
Like a hundred different shots
People that hurt from behind

I fear to shed a single tear
Whence lonely
It is only I who knows dear
That I live a life of phoney

Why did I murder myself ?
That I do a favor for others…
It is a dead heart I carry
And a mind that’s constantly angry

I am lost in the cacophonic psyche
Mind over heart and mind over physique
Where is the passion in life?
Where is the Life in life?

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