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 : ' /