Beauty In The World

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Beauty In The World

Lonely man overlooking city

Time has stolen my confidence
My mind has stolen my youth
Each day is a question
Each answer - half lie, less truth

I built myself a family
Believed I had a plan
Discovered belief was for the living
Learned how to be a broken man

Gravity conspires against me
It doesn't want me on my feet
Peace hides itself to avoid me
The one, I’ll succumb to
The other, I’ll never meet

My best dreams lay behind me
Like dogs forever chasing tails
Some teased success
Most promised I’d fail
But in the end, it's just a tail
And I’m left to walk in circles
So long as I hold on

Success is X’s on a calendar
Progress, by days not spent in bed
The past, my constant jailer
While I’m locked away in my head

If I could unlock my mind
I’d be out there today, walking free
But I’ve been trapped for so long
I’ve forgotten where I hid the key

Life, I’m told, is the party
The guests, ghosts I slip between
Hope and laughter, gifts piled high
But even shoulder to shoulder
No one ever touches me

I know there's beauty in the world
But none that reaches me

Christopher Muggridge
Christopher Muggridge
Christopher Muggridge is a creative writer based in London, Canada. He engages in a wide range of writing styles including poetry, personal essays, articles, short stories, novels; as well as whatever else may float his boat or tickle his fancy. He is not adverse to drawing on personal experience to write about mental health issues or his perspectives on human interaction.

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