Even If Its Wrong
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Following the shadow of my lost and distant dreams
Longing for the smile once before
Nothing really matters or is close to what it seems
Trying just to even up the score
Pathways lead me walking to a place I don’t belong
Weaving here and there along the way
Counting out my steps I wonder, who could be so wrong
Shouting out with nothing much to say
Why is this so difficult these worried twists and turns
When my eyes can see what waits ahead
Finding each mistake is how another never learns
Maybe it was something that I said
Can’t you please direct me to the comfort that I seek
Just a guiding hand to point the place
Notice I am stronger when I feel so very weak
See the promised look upon my face
Life can be so heavy in a funny wayward state
Weight upon my shoulders pressing down
Gazing to the future for the past is just my fate
Poetry becomes my thorny crown
So I sit here writing out my feelings once again
Fighting fast and hard throughout the night
For it is a curse, my hand just can’t put down this pen
Even if its wrong these things I write
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2021
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