Pressure
Time after time
A descent soul once mine
Self-sureness almost lost
Abundant satisfaction I pine
Affliction trickles down my spine
For that soul, that was mine
Vigorously tries to re-shine
The wrongdoing I ponder
Through my desires I wander
My good judgment I hold
Periodically I saunter
I don’t give in
The craving can’t win
Free falling down the side
Confusion I hide
Long-lasting results they can have
Generously taking my mind for a ride
My thoughts I confide
For that soul, that was mine
Has the choice of being fried
This pressure is pain
Or is that love?
The longings insane
The control I can’t shove
Day after day
I can’t explain
Because if I didn’t really want it
I wouldn’t have any shame
Pointing out I can’t do
But the evident is new
A mix of hormones overflows
What you see isn’t true
The strain begins to brew
The decision you can’t chew
Are your friends the ones to help you
Or are you secretly being viewed
Your soul is truthful
Do you listen?
But can the sensation pull?
Through the mind of a Christian
It’s an automatic attraction
With it, I can’t see
But to live respectfully,
I just have to be
No one can do it; it’s only me
I can’t let the complication be
Through the eyes of the beholder
Can’t the world see?
With this pressure in my head
That my soul can’t breathe
Copyright © Kaima Akarue | Year Posted 2006
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