Nonentity
So much I have given, so much I’ve put up
So much I’ve let fall; too much to pick up
My heart blinded by love; my mind knows that its lust
Don’t want to stop believing; finding it so hard to trust
No tangible matter to justify the feeling in my gut
But in the back of my mind, I know there’s something
But what?
Emotions feel genuine, the experience authentic
The effort is priceless, but what are the intentions?
Morning happiness, Midnight gloom
Waiting still waiting, because NEVER seems so SOON
Fighting for everything with nothing to gain
A victory is won, but the winner’s at shame
Apart of the madness, at mercy to the affection
Being taught there is a truth, but too naïve to learn the lesson
My welfare irrelevant, my well-being null and void
My soul remains pending, lingering to be destroyed
No label or identity, my position ceases to exist
No strength, pride or courage left to attempt to resist
So I’ll continue to give and continue to put up
And when the inside of me stops living
I’ll be too impaired to pick up
The pieces of hope, what if’s, and possibilities
Ending with solemnity; a result to my nonentity