I want to make these dreams come true.
But I’m at the point of still thinking about you.
Trying to get past this chapter that seems to consume me.
Turning the page to be met with the same page.
Tormented by this internal rage.
Catching the feels of hope.
But it tends to be cut short,
the lifeline of an escape rope.
My own mind,
will be the one to bring forth my own demise.
I can’t say I’d be surprised.

© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2016


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