Blood Hungry

Standing lone, in this world turn dark- Looking round, seeing no way out. Realizing life, has been cloaked with doubt.

Those you called friends, no longer seem real. Thoughts in your mind, now surreal.

Who makes the choice, to end this game? It is no longer you, who speaks in your name.

You reached for the sky and fell on your face. Cold hard ground…

Now, at the mercy, of blood thirsty hounds.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

tonyac7220

This poem is about the sad state of the world today, not me. Don't know why it put that. Anyway, thank you for visiting. Thank you for reading.

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