Never committed,
Always losing sight of my vision.
Dropping projects,
My private life's been a mess.
I've been,
A starved wolf hidden in a sheep's fleece.
Mind jumbled, it just sought peace.
But all it found were dark thoughts.
Stuck, like a fly in a spider web
body's left to rott.
While my soul ebb's away.
This is what it must feel like to be dead.
Filling with dread the cycle starts again.
©gingy
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