mediocrity

Tirelessly, we fight-

who am I?

The turmoil-waging a war

within the perimeters of this

skin and bone- I do not own.

satis-

factory life.

 

Once upon a time

I won- temporarily.

Finding loss in hidden lies.

My world apart.

Entitled mediocrity

or so I was told.

 

I want more- from

this life of scars and blood shed

undeserving, and

surprisingly saved.

Fill me-

follow the leader, HE says.

save me from

room temperature living.

Rescue me tonight.


arise, child.


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