Me reading an original poem that i wrote.
Middle Aged (35-54)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
It's a poisonous vine that wraps my soul and binds me from attaining the goal. A vicious virus penetrating so deep makes untouchable. My harvest to reap an intangible death of a lingering hope, a life saving, not at the end of an unreachable rope. Way down deep in the darkest places, my mind barraged by malignant faces, absorbed and dispersed through my entire being, the darkness grass, while the light is fleeing, rippling through my muscles, coursing through my veins, a wardrobe for the horror and a rebirth of pain.