Fate Unknown Poem
Sometimes
I’m blinded in my life.
My
conscious sliced through with a knife.
Now as
I try to avoid strife;
It’s
come to me that fury’s rife.
What
lie ahead remains unknown.
The
brightest light has never shown.
Just
the thought chills me to the bone.
I’m stuck
in a plane that has not flown.
My
eyes do search, but of no use.
They
push my body to abuse.
Confusion’s
always running loose.
Still,
I long for common truce.
Underneath
the endless skies
I know
somewhere real peace lies.
It
doesn’t come as much surprise.
I’ll
find it if I keep up my tries.
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