Lost


is something I find myself in lately with nothing but work and sleep and sometimes eating to look forward too.

I begin to lose sight of what I’m truly looking forward to, for the dreams are so faded away that I don’t know what I’m working for anymore.

For you can have your money and your job because at the point I rather be broke and happy.

Then my pockets full of misery and nothing great is coming my way, it’s like living in hell and no matter how hard I try to break these chains.

They just keep digging into me more until I’m covered in scars and the only thing you see in my eyes is pure hatred.

What have I become and is there really a way out of this mess?

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Published by mywords2228

I love to write poetry and reading tons of books. I've starting to explore writing fiction so I hope you enjoy my work.

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