Scribbled Pages

Scribbled pages, Heightened rages,

Confused mind, Soul's blind.

I tried to hide,I tried to find,

Satan is standing behind.

I try to rhyme, find beauty in

Man kind,

It's hard to find, an endless grind.

In these walls I'm so confined,

Trying to refine,

I'm trying to refine...

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These voices haven't been so kind,

I am so unkind,

My self I can't define,

My stars aren't aligned,

My shoe tore in the beginning of this endless climb,

Even my luck wasn't well timed..

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I guess I must've died,

I guess, I tried,

I guess I tried to swallow my pride....

Deprived,

Divide,

Lost in the wild,

I still smiled.

Took care of my heart, a child.

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Mined gold to try to revive,

Thrive, climb again this endless climb,

Being again a soulless grind,

Wrong or right?

I did it to live and to survive.

What is left to me to divide?

I sat down , I cried, finally through darkness light shined,

Violence against myself I finally denied.

At last heart and mind, intertwine.

At last I see the right design.

At last I see, a destination, named mine.

- Lakshita Singh ( @Crazyspirituallady)