I have been toiling over
This monumental decision
But my mind keeps clouding
My weary hearts vision
When will I learn
To do things right
How am I able
To keep up this fight
How will I know
I’ve made the right decision
When all I can do
Is fuck up with such precision
I feel trapped in this haze
Of trying to make it all right
But it feels like a losing battle
The harder I fight
I wish I could escape
This darkness and pain
The more I try thinking
Makes me feel like I’m insane
So the time is at hand
And finally choose
Will it be life or death
To finally free me of these blues
- Author: notapoet ( Offline)
- Published: March 20th, 2019 09:46
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
Comments4
I found the rhyme gave like a beat to a relentlessness.
I’m nltbsure either life or death will free you but I find poetry goes a little way?
Thanks for reading and the comment, yes my friend poetry does sooth my mind and soul.
nicely written....great job
Thanks Jeff much appreciated!
I enjoyed the message. Best regards in finding your answer.
Good write, may your blues soon see the light and all becomes well in your world.
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