I am the decisions which hold you back!
The visions of blood when your enemies attack
Never ending torment at your own hands
Pause and choke
You can't take charge, all you own is the blame
Your course is in spite, not making any gains
You're fucking hopeless! What to say now?
Words aren't actions
I will you to change
Mediocritie's stain
You are the one with the power
Reflected into my sight
Will you ever learn? You sicken me!
Still, you've never burned, are you listening?!
Wallow in the shit from the sloth you breed
Far too late!
You'll never make the progress
with the path that you are on!
Take the stand and make amends
Build your craft before you're gone!
You don't owe anyone nothing!
Look out for number one!
Pay the fuck attention!
Before you know it,
life is done
You're losing it all!
Keep building your walls
Because you are the one who feels sour
Projecting through your fight
-
Author:
Drewseph (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2021 14:47
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
Offline)
Comments1
I am:
'Impassioned frustration, witnessing
so many waste - this gifted opportunity
by outsourcing their blame
and importing, comforting excuses
to the blatant fact:
that We each, have only ourselves to fault
when we Choose, to give-up and surrender
allowing ourselves, to be treated
as mere vote puppets
by the poisonous minority, we defer-to willingly
to feign ignorance, when they manipulate our lives
on the basis, of some strangers ticking boxes
in those cesspool ballot boxes...'
(thanks for sharing, a much needed
wake-up call, of a write)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.