On The Road By Myself

I’ve walked

the desolate night

collecting lives

along the highway

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Am I a lone prisoner

of my own limitations

destined for mediocrity?

I’m not positive

I even know myself.

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The constant cries

to be merciful

on the off chance

I seek companionship

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Am I a good listener

to nonsensical ideations

driven by probability?

I’m not reclusive

but enjoy time by myself.

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Unable to trust

lying for entertainment

seeking vengeance

for my birth

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I suffer terrible miasma

with a tragic moral pain

in this nightmare glaze

with unctuous friends.

Trusting only myself!

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On this road of

darkness filled insanity

I leave bloody crumbs

to this mental puzzle

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Speaking with a phantasma

my convoluted brain

partially in a daze

tries to make amends.

I begin to reassemble myself!