Chaos

Wed, 08/26/2015 - 19:54 -- Jazopal

I never thought I’d end up here with blistered lips and broken expectations.
Stuck in disappointment, a deep cut, a painful abyss, with bad navigation.
Somewhere in the madness I managed to make a fool of myself.
My life scattered on the floor like a pushed over, broken shelf.

The space is unending
Time is forever bending
I’m stuck in a mess
a dangerous rat’s nest

Voices screaming around me, asking the impossible.
There’s no way to satisfy them, to sell my worthless soul.
Twisted legs tripping over twisted dreams
I lost myself and my sense of reality.

Help me... help me...
guide my swollen feet.

I am a lost ghost in a world of chaos, surrounded by war and deception.
Lies are bullets, morphed lenses that wreck good perception.
Cluttered, disorganized, destroyed, an anarchy around us
Helpless, distressed, a complete loss of focus.

The suffering continues
I have little to lose
With nothing to do
I go on.

This poem is about: 
Me

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