Pressure We Impose
Pressures we impose
Face adversity, survive and define your spin and be an advocate for the torment
I feel like I am always late for something and I need to be somewhere important, but I don’t and no one wants me anywhere.
I have disappointed everyone and let them down especially me
I have no feeling of moving forward to anything of value, I have no value and importance and no sense of accomplishment. I hate my last few years and how they have ruined me as a person and destroyed any integrity I ever had.
I am tortured by my isolation and no contact with my outside world
I really hope the feeling I have that I am meant for greater things is true and I will still achieve them I need help, I need a sign, I need guidance I pray for clarity and hope I see a path that will allow me to be the man I want to and need to be
I needed a hand to guide me, a true friend to stand beside me
Create a rock you cannot lift, that is where anxiety grows
Offer your hand to the entire world and disappointment is the result it shows
Copyright © R William Standish | Year Posted 2018
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