Fly High

A lament

I hate this affliction
It’s like hooks in the brain
Dragging me to the floor
Assaulting me again

It keeps my dreams out of reach
And my hopes under siege
It hits me with sticks
So that I bruise and bleed

It blacks out my eyes
And burns out my drive
Extinguishes my hope
Takes over my life

If only I
Could somehow be free
I could fly above the clouds
Be all I was meant to be



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