Positive Outlets
-Keep blowing all my money
looking for happiness
It's kinda sad how lifes filled
with all of this
******** and pain, man the shits
insane
Rather take 60 bullets straight
to the brain.
Who would care, another dies
In my coffin my body lies
In my eyes though all could see
The pain that always haunted
me.
At night I would cry. But I cry
no more.
Not a single tear is wasted
upon my bedroom floor.
The worlds in my hands but am
I afraid to take it.
They say in life's we must take
risks. But I'm cornered by the
fact that I may not make it.
I want to make everyone proud
I want to please the world
I want to put faith in the hearts
of the suffering boys and girls
I need to get my priorities
straight but can't see through
all this fog.
I feel as if I'm in the middle of
a fight between dogs.
Im cornered and rushed but I
yearn for a touch.
I take and take. But it never
amounts to much.
I want to see the world. I want
to spend all my earnings.
But I'm stuck in a twirl of life's
unfavorable mornings
I sit and wait. The food grows
cold on my plate.
I don't care who sees. I'm a
bird set free
I can fly I can land but I'm goal
orientated.
I could die, change plans, but it
wont change. The progress
already created.
I'm so capable yet so foolish.
So young but yet so grown.
I have the volition to do this
But how can I make it alone.
They say that the greatest
mistakes in life save us from
repetition. But what about
those who never learn.
Is life one big competition .
Must we all wait for our turn.
Or do we suffer and burn.
Is life filled with complexities or
is it just my discrepancies that
keep me from understanding
life piece by piece.
Copyright © Fadeem Brace | Year Posted 2012
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