Powerless
Powerless (Dark Clichés)
In a rage, in disarray, I can't help but feel this pain
I start the page again, stray the path again, on the road I go insane
Hide from myself, hide from everybody else as well
I hear the voices telling me that I must turn and walk away
Face the truth in the mirror, face the reflection of your fear
The mirror black, and all of life's dark clichés intact
I am powerless to fight
Caught in the undertow, like an anchor pulling down
I am stuck in the mire, and I'm tired of the endless struggle to meet each need
Conflicting interests and I'm alone to resolve the conflict
Find solutions to problems, the roots of which reach further than I am able
Demons rise to face me, eye to eye I am no match
How little I will fight if they want me
I've reached a point in my life where uncertainty rules the day
One moment to the next, I am here, I am there, really nowhere
In between the right and left, the right and wrong
I don't fit in or belong in this state of fallen grace
Face the truth in the mirror, face the reflection of your fear
The mirror black, and all of life's dark clichés intact
I am powerless to fight....
Copyright © Michael Domaracki | Year Posted 2012
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