The Price Paid
What have I done? What has it cost? What have I won?
I know what I’ve lost.
I’ve come back empty in each hand. I’m confused. I don’t understand.
my knees start to buckle. I’m losing my strength. Why am I feeling so weak?
I should call out for help but it seems I forgot how to speak. I’m so heavy, getting crushed by the weight, it’s killing me. Am I being introduced to my fate. I start to fight but I fear it’s too late. everything is pulling and dragging me down. I’ve been gasping for air. It’s too much maybe I should let myself drown. I start to sink. And for a moment I don’t even think. I’ve reached the bottom and now I’m on the brink, maybe of insanity or maybe some sense my eyes shatter open and my body’s grown tense . I make a break for the light that’s luring me up to the top .
I make a vow to myself to keep going , won’t let myself stop.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment