Presence unwanted
Still unimportant
Help is unneeded
Lost in the moment
Still just annoying
Still unaware
Reflection unknowing
Of what is fair
Not understanding
Being unbending
An unintentional
Message I’m sending
Underachievement
Under exhaustion
Undue resentment
Turned into passion
Until the clock
Unwinds it’s chokehold
I’m unimpressed with
Time that will unfold
It’s not understated
My unfeeling burden
My unwanted self
Is unloading to persons
unwitting victims
The ones undeserving
Of undue duress
From my underserving
Why can’t I stop
My unwelcome fight
Until I can see
An exit from night
It’s underwhelming
The fight I’m un-fighting
I think my umbrella
Needs better lighting
From under a rock
I’m crawling uncertain
The tick of the clock
Doubts my unburden
It is unlikely
I’ll ever unpack
Or find understanding
Of roads leading back
- Author: Juice (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 11th, 2023 13:36
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 6
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Comments1
This one seems like a pity party, but it’s more than that. It’s about the frustration of letting everyone down even when you are giving life your all.
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