The String

By Lara D.

Run down and weak
The screams, you can hear
So loud and clear
The aching souls and
The forgotten dreams

Old road, it’s so cold
The shavers, you can feel
In your fragile body
And weakened soul, but
You are too blinded to dream

Pressing against the wall
As you’re walking through
The narrow tunnels of emptiness
And disbelief, and there is
Nothing left to see

Hiding away and trembling
In the rough cold night
Happiness just awaits if
You can get through this
Road called the happy fake life

The morning light
So hazy and bright that’s
Burning your eyes, as
You’ve become so acquainted
With the rough cold night

So disdained and disguised
Drowning in your own tears
As your constant reminder
Is the reflections of your
Own face in the wall of fear


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