Motivation
Motivation is buried deep under my flesh .
Hidden by failures so harsh,
it gave me a fatal attraction to death.
Life is my goal to succeed,
yet my brain is clouded,
as i cut myself and watch as i bleed.
My actions are shameful.
As i ignore, punish my potential.
I struggle to change knowing its detramental.
Inspiration flickers w/ patience,
while i procrastinate watching oppritunities pass by,
as i sit on the fence.
Where will life lead me i wonder?
My blood flows infested with suspence.
I look depression straight in the face,
my heart needs to beat at a different pace,
or the gift the Lord blessed me with,
was merely a waste.
Copyright © Jenna Ward | Year Posted 2005
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