Fuel

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  • Life

    Fuel
    The rage embraced in heart and soul,
    Has fueled my inner pain
    While thoughts consume my restlessness,
    No hope in me remains
     
    I've fought control and wrestled with,
    These dreams within my mind
    But nothing seems to remedy,
    This hurt I feel inside
     
    Would Death relieve my weariness,
    And give me peace anew
    Or will it start to fade away,
    As thoughts turn back to you
     
    Does loneliness and misery,
    Consist of all my friends
    Or will tomorrow bring to me,
    The beginning of the end
     
    I'm bound to die a broken man,
    With nothing left to gain
    As rage embraced in heart and soul,
    Has fueled my inner pain
    These thoughts embraced in heart and soul,
    Has fueled my inner pain
    While rage consume my restlessness,
    No hope in me remains
    I've fought control and wrestled with,
    These ghosts within my mind
    But nothing seems to remedy,
    This hurt I feel inside 
    Would Death relieve my weariness,
    And give me peace anew
    Or will it start to fade away,
    As thoughts turn back to you
    Does loneliness and misery,
    Consist of all my friends
    Or will tomorrow bring to me,
    The beginning of the end
    I'm bound to die a broken man,
    With nothing left to gain
    As rage embraced in heart and soul,
    Has fueled my inner pain

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    phoenix29 commented on Fuel

    10-25-2019

    really sad and depressing, well done, got the feelings perfect in this dark write. PHOENIX
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    Pure405Evil

    10/26/2019

    Thank you for time to read and comment, you are very much appreciated in that.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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