Ripped Out

Dark clouds are lining up

on my horizon

as the acceptance of my fate

is rising.

The promises I had made

to myself

are as useful as the empty

moneybox on my shelf.

The version of the man

I thought I was

has diminished with

every day that passes.

The man standing

in his place

has been left with

a losing ticket for this race.

A life once filled

with hopes and dreams

has had its soul

ripped out by the seams.

portrait of young confident man in dark light
Photo by ArtHouse Studio on


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