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Rated: E · Poetry · Writing · #2093225
My daily roundabout
My soul stirs
From time to time
In a dark place
I can't control

Peek out with a grin
A finger nail scratching
Under my skull
Like insects crawling

How can I feel
So desperately dull
Eyes of the devil
Grin of a clown

Feeling my mood
Flutter up and then down
Frustration floods me
I'm back to the start

Inside I'm alone
My heart bears a scar
Conscious inside me
Pressure it grows

Need to earn paper
Hunger could rumble
To change the world
My head it repeats

Could we all win
Or do some have to lose?
If it's the latter
How does the world choose

Do right by people
Not financial gain
Keep on smiling
Re-energize in the glow

Feelings are lost
Mind like a jigsaw
Scattered in pieces
Dark and alone

No one will know
Or see through my windows
My guard stays up
Not even a peep hole

Face tells a lie
Inside I am crying
Sleep brings dreams
I never remember

A new rise appears
Lessons are brutal
I am still breathing
Keep moving forward
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