Cannot one describe, the feelings they carry in the deep
There's no time to let them breathe
Weighing down with such heaviness
Holding back it all before they crumble and weep
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Walks must be what they have been
None may receive those desired exceptions
Trembling and screaming from the inside but never out
Secret wishes that someone would find their way in
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Terror and darkness with no tunnel ending in that bright light
Unable to believe when they know what to do
Fumbles and fails come from strength that is waning
Left with the silent unyield cries of the soul at night
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Unhinged their inners slowly begin to feel
The anchor has fallen by the wayside
Gripping onto that which binds
Wondering, is anything real
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A kick to the inners
A thrust to the power inside
Tormented by the losses and ghosts
This thing called life, definitively not for the beginners
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Don't carry on past the points of its meanings being nothingness
Don't be the monster that appears from the depths of despair and suffering
Carry on with the power of all those cheering you on in your journey
And strive forward with the power of a meaningful purposefulness
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For purpose burdens all who come before the trials of this life
It defines all from the strong to the weak and the scared
Choosing that which you will be often hard
Easier for the unscarred
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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