I stay in the confinements of this prison where I live in
WHere doubts and much discouragemtents cloud all that I believe in
My masks around me polished, it's the world I am decieving
Just to hide the fact that deep within my soul's silently weeping
My soul in constant battle with the demons, fear of sleeping
Lest evil or even the cousin of death trys to creep in
The loss of time and youth I spend all my moments grieving
For shame illuminates my spirit should somebody peep in
I've grown to be the nightmare of my ancestors ahead me
The anomoly of a lineage of hardworkers, descending
Into a dark place where lines of lost souls are lining
At the edge of the cliff of death, above lean vultures flying
I had the chances to improve and utitilize all of my talents
Should have used the opportunities given, sadly I hadn't
Now stray from light my footsteps do, with guilt my soul is saddened
The reminents of my existence dwell on what should've happened
Copyright © 2010 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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3 comments:
you Sir, have not updated your blog. how dare you complain to me ? heh? =|
That's all the motivation I need.....:-)
We can't dwell on the past, the most important thing about the past is that from the insight we have gained from our past experiences, we have control of how we decide to move forward in the future. Without the past there would be no self improvement. Keep writing, your poetry is inspiring:)
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