life of mine
Short lived taste of joy and satisfaction.
Beating on my chest searching for a beat of hope
like a Tv with one good antenna searching for a channel.
Dragging the chains of my ancestors while fighting
my own fear and frustrations.
Around and around we go .
How this show will end depends on how far and deep i go.
There must be beauty in this so called " Land of the free and home of the brave"
just pray my weary eyes don't blink too fast and i succomb to be a spirtual ,
and mental slave.
Persuasion
Unchained thoughts
10-16-17
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