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Confusing
I have no direction- It's like I fucked without protection,
I caught a disease- And it's led back to depression.
Constantly stressing- Praying for a blessing,
I'm tired of this testing- And this continuous hexing.
My life is regressing- No period of resting,
Frequently messing- Leaving me guessing.
Old worries still lasting- While the tests I'm passing,
So much harassing- So many thoughts blasting.
Through my head- But I'm emotionally dead,
And I'm so up-fed- Blood is no longer bled.
It is no longer red- All the shit that's been said,
Lingers while in bed- To this it has led.
Confusing thoughts- Left overs of a battle once fought,
Memories of lessons taught- I guess I've been caught.
By Life's little trap- Because look where I'm at,
Stuck with no map- And all I see- Is black.
Michael C. Lucas
