I feel like a spectator in my own little kingdom.
My so-called life, never in control.
When will my time come?
to see the splendour of it all?
In a cage of time unnoticed,
I curl up against my walls of frustration.
Clawing upward.
Bringing it all down on me.
Only to realize that I\'m the warden of my own prison.
Missing the key to end it all.
Forever searching in the wrong direction.
Never finding my way at all.
And so I reach the end of the road,
with my path splitting beyond view.
Destinations unseen, unclear, so frightening.
Yet I must go on.
To quench this curious thought
that drives me forever,
that drives me to oblivion
or maybe beyond...
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Nothing really bad happened that day i wrote this.
Everything just felt to much and I needed a vent.
This is not a poem as such, but my thoughts on that given moment.
Comment are welcome though.
