The Ring Of My Disdain Poem by Sven Rhoads

There are no angels that are watching out for me
I'm trapped within a circle, giving it all for nothing
As the seasons come and go so do the serpent smiles
Thanks for nothing all this time that's become a scarring file
You continue to search for one more vein to tap
A selfish kind of hunger that cannot be satisfied
Give me one more reason when I see there's no respect
Tries as you might, waste those words, just a reason to reject

I see it dangling from the support beam or your hands
Look through the ring and see the truth of it all
Killing myself just to maintain the nothing that I have
Its at the point all I'm losing is more and more grains of sand
Everyday I feel it holding right around my throat
With every loving word the grip gets tighter around
Not afraid to lose my breathe, there are no words to say
I'll just throw caution to the wind and rely on blinded hope

There are a million faces but how many are even real
I could scream until my lungs collapse but nobody would hear
I think its about time for me to finally take my bow
There's nothing left on salted earth when I live for here and now
You continue to try and make a point that's serrated for me
But it only seems to feed to your hollow benefit
Give me one more reason when I know its time to go
Paint the picture, dress your words, no water does it hold

You want me to choke every last breath for your cause
And replace me if I were to drop dead tomorrow
I want be used in your game to play as your pawn
True as they say, to gain great knowledge is to gain great sorrow