Betrayal gotten as a gift
The part to success tough and bitter
Plain and sweet for the wealthy
My horizon is beautiful but am chained down..
I have nothing to stand for life sucks
My mates are standing tall..
My mates built ladders to climb on
Do I stop the journey and accept my fate
Or I continue striving till I get my taste
Trust.. A matter left over for me to ponder on
But hopefully the race becomes a fun run
To die without any wealth is my greatest fear
My heart is extremely battered
Its only the wealth that matters
Trust chained me down
A very deep poem, I liked it, but things happen little by little, you don't have to think about fortune, when you least expect it, thank you for sharing.