What I have Become

Marred over time,
Imprisoned with no crime.

Life has taken its shots,

Perfectly aimed,

Leaving behind painful clots.

None of it could kill,

None of which I could feel.

A dive into my pool of ruins,

Reveals scenes never genuine.

Things enclosed right under the moon.

This fall I’ve taken,

The beast now awoken.

A  glimpse into oblivion

and I see who I have become.

Its very lucid with no bit of blur,

That I sprang from painful slurs.

Staring into the eyes of fear

Whilst hiding my tears.

This is  what I’ve become,

To the present I now belong.


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