Category : Poems

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Sometimes life is straight bogus
I wish I could focus
But lately my mindset has me feeling as slow as the syrup coating over my pancakes.
I'm too far off with my senses
Too many moments,
There's too many trenches
But as far as they can tell there aren't any bridges. 
High strung from the damages
Self inflicted, none the less
Yet there's the other moments
Where self inflicted wasn't the true end to the stories.
I kept blaming me for the memories
All the bad shit from the lesser end of my qualities.
This journey won't end so I scream from the ditches.
Hope is really far off, so I keep praying to God that one day I'll finally know certain answers.