Dead-end world

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I'll let it speak for itself.

Submitted: September 25, 2019

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Submitted: September 25, 2019



 No matter what I do, where I go, I always end up here.
Right at this spot
Is this all there is to life?
Where can I go? What can I do? 
 Which path is the right one? 
Is there such a path? 
 Do I live a meaningless life?
 Do I become one of the sheep? 
 Do I take up the knife
 and put them to sleep? 
 Do I save who I can? 
 Do I hope for a break? 
stand up like a man?
 Or believe in what's fake? 
Am I just a sacrifice?
Someone they'll forsake?
Or am I the one
who a new world will make? 

Surrounded by walls so thick
A ceiling so high
Tough out of brick
can do nothing but cry
on this cold concrete ground

If there's a way in
there must be a way out
Where I can carry more
than my spirit to fly.

Can I do more than to tremble
In this lonesome place reeking of fear
Where chained up souls assemble
A place of no cheer.

I cannot climb.
I cannot make a door
There has to be something
Other than to lay on the floor

Do I destroy this world
Before it destroys me? 

Break every bone and every inch of me
just to shatter this world
to finally be free

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