Days pass by like shadows in a corridor.
Ever so fast, time moves in my eyes.
The things I do are that of a man,
who feels hopeless, desperate, and bland.
I’m a loser to this cruel world,
yet why do I still walk it?
What keeps me from falling?
Perhaps, my mind is just stalling,
from a truth that will make it burn alive.
The truth of my soddened life,
dug up from the past,
brought to me on a silver platter,
and caught by my desperate gaze.
As I stare into this reality, this truth,
I start to laugh.
For In this remembrance, I have not found a path.
Instead, it was the end of the line.
Submitted: March 25, 2021
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