![]() A Dark and Deep Reflection of One’s Lost SelfA Poem by B-poetLooking for death’s invitation I’ve lost my self righteous connection With the living Self sacrifice and giving to save humanity Within my civil liberties Has drained every ounce of my life blood From my spoken words I chose to use too conflict Taking on the burden Of my inner subconscious regretful pain From witnessing a decline in social change I advocated to add value a too anyone In a desperate situation who had to shout For serendipity towards receiving a life altering inheritance Beyond a shadow of a doubt this occurrence Has now pushed me to the brink of checking out of this life But my number hasn’t been called yet In death’s lottery My own personal vault Of discrepancies Await Yet on what date will I expire I have no idea I’m tired of so-called people Pretending to care for my suffrage I want to utilize my resources and energy To maintain my essence in the midst of their presence On account of me Becoming a visual embodiment Of a broken mirror with a voice Channeling and conveying the depravity Of what was once my true valid character Yet I’ve turned the corner To embrace where I’ll be lying six feet under And befriending a morbid ally Whose in disguise as death’s mediator To bring my mind to rest Forever I’ve now arrived at death’s doorstep I’ve lived with no regrets Encompassing the fact that my spirit feels like I’ve never left the foray of my yesterdays to begin with © 2012 B-poetReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 7, 2012 Last Updated on October 7, 2012 Author![]() B-poetIndianapolis, INAboutFreelance Writer/Poet (For those who truly love and treasure my art Check out my latest publication on the link under my profile name**) Thanks for stopping by and pen on. :) more..Writing
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