Barter Town

By Phalanx

I was, I am, I'm not, I suffer.
I am not dead.
This is what I say to myself in day to day life.
That's all it is now.
Day to day.
Tomorrow isn't a hope, it's a wish.
A better something I don't think I've ever really known.
I'd like to believe but, I'm the guy
That when you're suppossed to reasure said person
That everythings alright, I say,
"I hope so but, it isn't likely."
It just doesn't make sense to lie.

I think we're all screwed.

Too many have become stupid, too complacent.
I wish I could believe otherwise, I do.
Some day you may have to wake up and not stare yourself in the mirror and say,

I'm doing this for them because I can't come back.
This is all you can give when you're all used up.
Your last blinding light, because you love them enough to believe.
Even though you know better...

You still want the best for them.

Your life is not worth what it is to live for,
It's worth what it is to give it up for.

If it get's bad and you have to go,
Leave something behind.

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Copyright 2016 Phalanx
Published on Sunday, April 17, 2016.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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