Those who take.

My heart is gray,
Cold & emotionless,
Without thought or worry,
No shame in evil,
No good at heart,
Fear envelopes me,
But doesn’t show,
Held in the grip of this vice,
I call it my life,
I make only sacrifice,
Giving my all to everyone,
But cannot unmake what has been done,
No one comes to me to help,
Only to get it for their own wealth,
I try & try but inside each time it helps me die,
No one caring what happens to me,
As long as they retrieve what they need.
I’m breaking down & feeling drown,
Choking in their selfishness,
All this does is make me a mess.
Make me cry & want my eternal rest,
Cry on the in not on the out,
For what the world brings I’m waiting in the wings,
The arms myself only this helps,
My wings are not feathered only tattered & tethered
Weighted & weathered,
Turning redder & redder,
The whites almost gone turning me to wrong,
No more right in life someone made a heist,
Stole the last piece of any of my sanity,
Breaking in my soul & draining my humanity....