There it was. You saw something and then you went after it. Had a plan worked out of how you would capture it.
Existence is an object of which you have toyed. Out of linear progression and into the void.
Can we stay here? Spend more than a day here? Perhaps work out our lives and learn to find our way here?
You really thought you could get your way by manipulation? Expected outcome? Your ideal situation.
Sorry friend, but it doesn’t work that way. Counterfeit goods result from the games you play.
But don’t fret over how you destroyed your soul. No matter what the actions you were never in control.
See even if you played the game right it would all fall to pieces and not remain right. Am I not meant to gain light?
You could’ve been humbled, honest and did your very best, but the cycle of agony wasn’t taking a rest.
Cheaters never win, but maybe even the pure hearts can’t win here. Maybe it’s just meant to end here.
Why fight the inevitable outcome? Maybe it’s time to make peace with the past you can’t outrun.
Don’t feel bad about it. You were doomed from the start. Your fragile house of cards was always gonna fall apart.
Release your self pity. There is no loser in you. You’re just living in a world with no future for you.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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This was so poignant and relatable. Loved your poem!
Wow that was really introspective and also relatable in many ways. Well done!