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Changeless
I was raised to go to church
To bow my head and pray
To give praise and to serve
But somewhere I lost my way
I was raised with strict morals
To do chores and to be polite
To work hard for all my spoils
Seems working is all I do right
Growing up I was full of yearning
Wanting to be more than I was
A blind eye to all I was learning
I realize now I'm a lost cause
Growing up I was broken and empty
Pleading for a different life to live
But broken is all I continue to be
I'm empty with nothing more to give
As an adult I've fought for peace
Inside my heart and in my head
My struggles have yet to cease
I will keep suffering until I'm dead
As an adult I should be strong
Why am I unable to handle life?
Is there a secret to holding on?
Is there an ending to all this strife?
Published 5th Jul 2014
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5th Jul 2014 1:42pm
once we were one thing - then we became another - change is the only changeless state - and so on - lyrical stanza scan - cool writings indeed
5th Jul 2014 2:06pm
Thank you very much. I couldn't quite pinpoint a title so I randomly chose a word. Not sure if it exactly fits but it works for now
5th Jul 2014 2:34pm
We all venture off the path we're given eventually, and the path we were given is so often abandoned it becomes hard to struggle through the undergrowth to return to it. This poem reminds me of a certain Robert Frost poem...good write.
5th Jul 2014 3:20pm
