I struggle for the words to provide a release,
Past addictions would only help too well....
I buckle, for the world is opposite from under my feet,
Past admissions to shameful to tell...
The wrong turn was two wrong turns ago,
Still i move forward with commitment,
long Ive yearned for the ideologies that burns below.
Instead I find ways to practice contentment.
If only people still had souls, id ask for help,
Instead I pray for death,
God blessed me with life and steady good health,
Yet i still cant wait to catch my last breath.
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