Arbitrary life

sometimes,  I feel like I’m suffocating,

like life is so arbitrarily debilitating

breaking down the faucets of defense

it took me decade upon decade to dispense

and condense

into an adequate formation of my true common sense

trying to wiggle and strike

away the grief and strife

only to obtain

wicked strips


from my metaphorical knife

contrived emotions from going through the subjugated motions

that leave no expectations for my actions

or lack of adaption

To my appointed life,

But this is my life, I’ve made choices

Against muted voices.

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