Blinded by the expectations of hope
for a better life.
The propaganda rapidly spreads
to distort the truth.
to distort the truth.
Old memories of better days lie as they fade
away into oblivion.
Void of any kind of meaningful speech
with to nothing to say
My callus heart pumps rapidly through
my chest before breaking.
Not living life with any purpose
but merely a passenger.
Watching the days of mediocrity
blend endlessly together.
Do I deserve misery as my only companion?
Copyright 2010
Sean Kimmel
For more go to www.seankimmel.com
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