I am in the midst of an internal emotional battle. It is becoming difficult to find a resolution with the past or to try and be hopeful about reaching my dreams. It has been slightly challenging to have the courage to dream up these dreams.
So, this poem that I have written is a quick convoluted summation of my mind at this point of time. It is called “Hopeless Facade”
Demise not bring uponeth me grief of any sort.
Sought, I did, for hope in men,
To trust in gaudy facades once more—was an unthinkable
Tremble in rage wishing for an expiry date to stop feeling terrible but
None will come: No more parades,