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Stuck with no guidance in life,
fighting each day with the bare knuckles that remain,
battered, bruised cases of hopeless memories I wish to forget.

Walk in my black shoes of darkness,
witness the pain strike like lightning in the sky,
the tears of anger raining heavy with no severe warning.

Stuck in the same little spot since day one,
my mouth, mind, and soul sealed tight with life’s pressure,
asking God to break it open with his razor sharp raft of greatness.

The vision of my future in plain horizon,
sitting pretty around life’s rough obstacles,
carefully removing the sticky glue of despair and doubt,
I promise I will break free.