Moving
I am moving, but is it forward or not
In a cycle of impulsive decisions i'm caught
Always pushing to barely make it through
I run without stopping, nothing is true
I make it to the end every time I try
But is it about that or what I passed by
Maybe i'm running in circles I don't know
My feet are moving but no distance to show
Fast paced life style; party every single night
Its about ultimate distraction from what's right
The irony is that that same escape takes
It will steal everything and create mistakes
I am a strong person and gain ground fast,
As long as I don't start dwelling on my past
I have to be very careful if I am ahead
I have been known to go backwards instead
See,When things are good they are really good
They come in clusters, just like the should
And such is life that bad comes that same way
we're bombed with hardships everyday
My spirit is littered with bruises left behind
It's scars are deep and can be found in my mind
Too much past I wonder if I will always be broken
There is a conversation that isn't spoken
So here I am at the beginning, another start
I am trying to replay where it began to fall apart
I almost feel like some things we cannot beat
We just have to start over, accept defeat
The war we rage is worth all of the fight
At the end of the day you just cant lose sight
Copyright © Amber Sheppard | Year Posted 2015
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