Poetry / Inner Turmoil

On the road to the end I find nothing but the dark side of people and my own emotions.
It’s teeming with the dark horrors of the human race; depression, anger, hate, and desire for violence.
The light side has become so alien to me I don’t think I’d recognize it if I were drowning in it.
Without an idea of what it is I yearn for how could I ever possibly achieve the goal?
I lie awake at night and fantasize of what could be, what could’ve been, or, what could never be.
And yet I’m stuck in the same notch of existence without any momentum to move forward…
Caused mainly by the ignorance of what I actually want combined with the feeling of predestined failure.
How can I ever truly attain change when I’ve been stuck in this rut for so long, with no one to help…
And no desire… no, willpower, to try and lift myself out?

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