Tags:
  • Passion

    ME

    I look at these times as well taught, with all the drama they brought. In this tangled web of confusion in which I was caught. Where love is misplaced and displaced. You see, I love God, and I love you, but will you always love me back. Now, I'm not that nieve, I know things don't always work like that. So I'm stuck in this same situation, I try to stay focused on the track, to get that get back. Living day to day in this habitat. Trapped like an animal, living on a minimal. Whats the reason for this stress I find myself in. They've already counted me out and have forgotten my name. Yet, I will not be put to shame. I take aim at the prize, you can see the desire in my eyes. To attain, maintain, and remain in position. This decision is by no means easy, the hardest thing is being me. The real me, not just the shell of me, or others opinion of me.

    Poem Comments

    (0)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

    Unknown Source

    berg’s Poems (2)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    ME 0
    My Life 0

    berg’s Friends (2)