Torn
Why am I so enraged is what I often want to know
Intimidation and frustration is what I mostly show
Although I am such a nice guy with a carefree kind of heart
It’s the rage that’s deep inside that’s tearing me apart
I’m torn
My intentions are not begot just to prove me a fool
But it’s the drive still deep inside that makes me overlook the rules
My passion for life has overtaken my will to just be still
Constantly losing grip on my dreams while focusing on what’s not yet real
still torn
Mid life crisis , male menopause I don’t know perhaps that could be
Whatever it is that came about its completely taken over me
Don’t ask me to justify myself for that’s pretty much impossible right now
Because at this point in my life I’m more focused on the what and the how
I’m torn
I have made so many wrong decisions and have taken so many wrong paths
Had to duck and dive and roll with many punches just to get the last laugh
There is something in life that I have to prove to me not to anyone else
That even though life dealt me some hellish cards i refuse to be placed on the shelf
I’m torn
To often had I settled for less while constantly pushing for more
Even if I am the only one that believe in the potential that I have yet to explored
So that’s why I sit puzzled at a crossroad of two totally different directions
On the left is the road for passion of life , on the right is the road to just affection
Just torn
a deterrent is what's considered to the path of conclusions
which road leads to reality and which is just an illusion
no matter where I go or which I choose in the end I will find a meaning
but only then will I truly find the real reason for my being
torn
Copyright © Robert Walker | Year Posted 2014
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