Am I Close To Success
Never forget me
Do forgive me
Or I’ll be a valueless memory
You’ll feel my pain…
You’ll be the one rotting…
I’m screaming:
“Water me! Water me!”
But you’ll refuse to see
That I’m starving for your courtesy
That I’m yearning to be satisfied …possibly
Nourish me…like a thirsty tree
Begging for a superb growth experience
Despite the expense…
I’m in between
The beginning and end…how can I make progress?
When I’m shrouded in infirmity
The happiness…has abandoned me for good–
What is there to do, God?
What is there to look forward to?
What is there to see, Lord?
What is there to achieve? Secure me with your great sword
I’m powerless…I’m insecure like an orphan
Ignored… I forlorn…thrown out like an inkless pen
You left me in your debris…or was it my fault
That I’m drowning…suffocating…
You’d do me a great favor and save me
For heaven’s sake…
My life’s at stake…
My life’s close to its demise…
My joyous life – I don’t recognize…
I’m in between
Sorrow and assurance…could this day get any worse–
To my misfortune, the day is still carrying on
But I won’t worry about it… I’ll just wait until my might
Shines on like the dawn
I’m actually making progress
Somewhat…but time is running out
But you left me in the cold…without any blankets
You’re cruel…you know what I’m talking about
I’m choking on grime…
There’s not enough time…
There’s not much time to spare…
Spare my life…
Don’t give them a piece of your rage…don’t you dare
Blame them for the strife
That drags you down to hell –
Is that where your heart dwells?
I’m in between
Life and death…
Will this second be my last breath?
Will this day give birth to my future triumph?
What do you mean I’m in the brink of success?
Does this poem make any sense?
What’ll be the expense?
I’m in between
I’m left on the shelves…
Untouched…unseen…
You’re so mean…
Don’t you dare
Leave me with your debt
I’m in between
Love and hate
You left me in the margins…
Why am I placed in this hectic state?
Which feeling am I the closest to?
You’ll just have to figure it out yourself…
I wish you knew…I wish you knew…
How much I loved you…
Now, I’ve changed my mind about you…
I’m through with you…
You made me soak in your rue
Your rue…your guilt…your remorse…
Sticks to me like glue
I’m through with you…
I’m sick of feeling blue : ' /
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