How does it feel?
I am down, and undone.Low, and unfeeling.
I have been beat up, and shot down.
My low is for the moment.
My undone feelings will only last a day.
While I think of things to come
I ask myself why I feel the need to quit.
I feel the need to be done.
I am on my way.
I am on the road to some where.
The people that make me feel like I will be down forever....
Will feel the way I feel some day, and not know where to turn.
I will not be their sollid rock.
I will not be their refuge, because they were not mine.
When I needed people the most they left me out, and in the cold.
I wonder how they feel now?
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