abandoned
at the bottom of the lake where i was born
i
stayed there in the sunless silt in love with the forlorn
but
lately as i linger in the layers of repress
i
long to see the sunshine and just leave behind this mess
i
know that i can’t surface if i stay within this art
happier
me i cannot be if i do not depart
too
many thoughts of suicide have taken center stage
i
want to have a different thought upon a different page
nihilist
brow forgive me now but i am incomplete
the
darkness dancing in my mind has ushered in defeat
the
drugs and drink are on the brink of taking my last breath
till
every thought i ever think is only about death
the
comfort comes upon my tongue by tasting something sweet
i
want to harvest sugarcanes instead of all this wheat
and
so today i have to say amid all of this rhyme
i
have to find a better way than my just doing time
and
so the second hand must move towards what i do not know
but
it is time to change the rhyme and finally let it go
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