Can you see the river of sadness flowing through my eyes?
Have you heard my soul
Through the cries
As it called for help?
Lost in the dark
And no way to go back.

Have you read the words?
From The countless pages
Filled with my rage
Towards the world that enrages
That I've worked on for ages
With nothing to show for but scars
For all the battle that i waged.

All I've collected is scars,
And broken hearts,
I have fought for freedom
And tried to build a kingdom
Something to call my own
But instead of profit
I ended up with loans
I could keep fighting
But is it worth it?

How much more will i have to pay?
How much more will i give away?

At the end of the day
Am just a bird in a cage,
Nothing more than words
Stuck on a single stage
On a single page
That will never be enough
For it to become a book.

These words that I'm saying,
Are the notes that are played
In my heart every time
I sit and reflect
To the dreams and the wishes
To all things i thought
But was spelled incorrect
And will never come into effect.

My pen runs out of ink,
So I stop then i think,
If only like a machine
I could hit reboot and reset,
My mind is a mess,
All i get from life is more stress,
I am tired and depressed,
Please can someone hear my distress?

Maybe i should shutdown,
Return my body to the ground,
Earth has nothing more for me,
But i have something for the earth.

If My flesh would bring the soil to life and maybe on top of the bed in which i lay, bees would come to play among the roses that i gave life, then my life wouldn't have been a waste of time.

These are the last words from a dead man.

Poem by Bruce The poetik wolf.

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