Deceive* Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

My walk through this darkened maze has its many surprises, caught off guard by the various intents seeking to harm me: finding no relief, I hold my head down.

A dark shadow often approaches me, attempting, having no counterattack, against their anger toward surges: hopelessly baffled by their actions, bent towards me as if I did no wrong.

I did receive numerous afflictions coming short of any realistic injury; praying this stroke of luck has no end: permitting me to cautiously continue on course.

These continuous nightmares that haunt me placing doubts I certainly don't want: having no choice with my selected pick being cast from any vote.

I'm often found tricked by the harsh pains inflicted, losing feelings that pertained to reaching my target: holding on to just straws not filling any of my needed desires.