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When I Was Real

Poetry By: Rook
True confessions

Sometimes reality is something we can't face. As humans, we tell ourselves lies so we feel secure, but we cannot escape the truth of reality.

Submitted:Apr 13, 2014    Reads: 22    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   

Everything, is nothing.....

We live in a world where all that matters is something,

And that something can be power or money or love,

But what is the true gift from above?

Always seeking, I can never find,

What I long for to free my mind,

Breaking and bleeding, where is the end?

Freedom is something only God can lend,

And we crawl through the seas of our blood,

Until the rivers stop bringing this eternal flood,

But you will fight, when all this is done,

There is nothing lost, because there was nothing when this had begun,

Because it's the stabs through these, our hearts,

That makes me wake each day with start,

God forgot his promise to make me new,

And all our living hours are spent living true,

I gave up the fear, when we no longer had His trust,

Shattering reality, is how I will return to dust


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