The Neverending Prisoner
I drag myself through the streets
Walking by myself,
Talking to myself,
Have pity.
I waltz through a cage of my creation
Lost to the events of the nation
My world's gone grey
Dragging through everyday
Barely stumbling through the city
I didn't think that my suffering would happen
Although it's a grace too terrible to name,
We can imagine
The grace is above what we will know
Which I am aware of as I drag myself through rain, sun, or snow.
I am a neverending prisoner to a grace too powerful to name
Today that I never thought would occur
That I can't replace what I've lost
Life as temporary as warmth to the first frost
Something that we can never understand
But forgiveness is something we can
I've learned that much
As a neverending prisoner
Going through the unimaginable.
{Inspiration- 'It's Quiet Uptown' from 'Hamilton'}
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What’s my definition of success?
A million likes on a poem I never sent?
Writing songs about the ones who left?
Would being rich make me less depressed?
Why
Do I wonder if I’m worth it
Why?
Do I need your validation?
Why?
All the questions start to fill me
Till im alone again
I think too much
And not enough
Is success something
That i could never measure up
To
Why?
[inspired by “WHY” by NF. because that man knows me better than I do]
