His Own World
I had a world of my own once
It used to belong to me
All in a rush, and all in a hurry
It went away, it was so blurry
Nothing makes sense now
His own world can’t be shared
My own world is gone
It had a life, it had a soul
Inside me I feel an empty hole
Something that’s not quite
Meant to be full?
I am in a world were I am a fool
It is not right, and it isn’t cool
That’s his own world over here
My own world is gone, it’s not
Near, it went away and took with
It, every bit of my accomplishment
Left I am with nothing now
Inside our out, behind the cow
In his world he has everything
If I had claim to a world
It would be a nothing
It would be an ultimate zero
A frozen fortress of doom
Destruction follows me down a path
Strikes me furious with it’s wrath
Where did my world go?
Where is my own world?
6-2-07
poem by Jesse Tampa
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