My life’s gone too long; I need a brief thesis
Days feel the same, up and down these leashes
Petty struggles all day like fast money ceases
Full marks and scholarships might rest in pieces.
Believe this, the pen might never pick itself again
The pages will be filled, and the rage will rescind
But the hearts too deep to even comprehend
An age-old game between demons and men.
Checkmate, well played, good game, see you then
Crush ‘em all, win again, withdraw, let him win.
In awe, but again, barely crawled out my den
Witnessed the horrors, got pushed back in.
Rocks pinning me down felt guilt from within
And snakes on my sleeves sucked out vermin
Cold winds on my knees never once shed skin
Darkness engulfing my original sin, let’s begin.
By: Arman Yusuf
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