Sunken place
I know in a moment of weakness I failed you
I can't rewrite the past
Only move on
I write here today not to mop but rather to reminisce
On what struggled with me I stand here just with bliss
I stared into the abyss
I envisioned a better future
The weight of the world hung over me
I felt powerless and showed great cowardice
With the expression of mind, I will never truly be lost
Learning to listen was key
Rather than being drained in thoughts
Above the clouds I desired
Never truly be admired
I was up to mischief
I could never gain distance
I keep running hoping for a substance
I felt like I was Augustus
For a second
Then it reckons with the aftermath
I woke up in a bloodbath
Lost with thoughts of the past
All I could do was watch the weather forecast
And this cycle never ended
To wake up and repeat only to end up confused on the path I took
This cycle of stagnation is what lead to me finally realize
And as I woke up from this stagnation and got better
The realization
That nation
That I was alone
Was false
So many others like me
Haven't woke up
Stay in slumber
Waiting for another…
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