Invisible

It's like I'm to busy thinking of a legacy after I die , it's kept me from the present ,
Trapped , wrapped in a prison of anxiety ,
Taking what's left of my sanity ,
Treating me to the collapse of another world.

Wandering the dessert floor , in hopes to find the greener grass ,
But with no paint brush ,
I'm stuck with lead poisoning.

What does it take to get out of my own way to see God in the headlights ,
Cause I'm seeing a solar flare ,
And the devil dancing around my soul ,
Captured , tortured and turned for the spoils.

Not wanting to be loved , but to feel important ,
Cause I walked , ran through the gates of blood to be invisible ,
Not a soul seeing through the shutters of a window ,
But a knock on the door told me death awaits those who fear living ,
So I might as well be dead ,
But does hope triumph hopelessness ?

Is it an answer I search or a cure ,
Because I feel like a disease awaiting eradication

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~~ this is a very powerful and poignant piece of writing... ~~ despair can be debilitating sometimes... but i think if we try to express it in an artistic way, as in the poem above, we can spend some of it and move towards hoping...

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thank you ! i sure hope you're right ! thank you

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~~ you're very welcome...