
My road has been coarse and long
Chances taken, not all wrong
And though I set out to achieve with friends
None remained in the end
It’s soured the walls
I built with bloody hands
And forced me to sit
Pondering all that I am
But in the silence of my pain,
I realized I didn’t build this life for them
I didn’t build it for anyone
I just did
And now that they are gone
I’m looking around and realizing
This is where I belong
In this Life I built
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold


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