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    dots Submission Name: embodied tyrannydots

    Author: Raistlin Sith
    ASL Info:    22/M/TX
    Elite Ratio:    3.27 - 106/182/66
    Words: 184
    Class/Type: Poetry/Me
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    dotsembodied tyrannydots

    So many things have happened,
    in every way I'm scarred.
    I'd hoped that once I got here
    things wouldn't be so hard.

    I've never been so lost,
    even when I had a crutch;
    It kills me to be so aware
    of how deeply I've lost touch.

    I don't recognize myself
    and I don't like who I see,
    I'm defined by all that I hold back
    and that used to not be me.

    I'm so fearful of falling down,
    but secretly hope I will
    because I can't bear to stagnate
    but can't stop from standing still.

    Adulthood hasn't brought peace,
    just distance from my rage.
    It's only made me passive,
    to feel safe in this cage.

    Where's that flame that used to burn?
    that passion deep inside?
    where's that drive for action
    Have I taken my last ride?

    I used to never have regrets,
    but now they weigh me down.
    I'm a king whose castle burns
    barely clinging to his crown.

    I used to be the rebel
    destroying all monarchy,
    but like all revolutions do
    I've embodied tyranny.

    Submitted on 2015-04-06 02:40:37     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Aduthood is never what we expected it to be. At some point the rebel soul actually turns to look back and sees the carnage that youthful certainty can create, and it can be paralyzing. So it's time to look for perhaps a gentler cause because we all need purpose. One step at a time to break the stillness. Thanks for posting. Jaycee
    | Posted on 2015-04-12 00:00:00 | by jaycee | [ Reply to This ]
      That was quite something. When one passes to adulthood one expect a new perspective or some found fight to struggle in. Then it turns out you are still looking at the world through your eyes. I admire you ability to put those feelings to prose. Please continue and you may yet find what you are looking for.
    | Posted on 2015-04-06 00:00:00 | by Silver20G | [ Reply to This ]

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