can they see me in this light on the corner at the start needles of rage driven hard into my heart agony that i can't be completely yours i give it, all of it, up, for im no longer a whore for love, money, anger and fear all whispering into my ear turning me forward and backward and north and east i find that i can't be happy in the least something always goes wrong, something that make me falter never mind being left there, i dont' even make it to the altar! passing time and passing life people i used to know feel faint at the thought of the knife like seinfeld, life is a comedy, laugh track not included living in my head like a hermit, in a cave, secluded im tired and ready to give up and just fall away but thats not going to happen, not at all, no way i feel ashamed, with any adversity thats my solution something not considered, a resolution sunlight shines on my face and i worry, im not carefree i get worried and am forced to flee over time i fold my hands into my pockets, ive got too much time to think ive reached the unfair conclusion that life, for me, stinks i jump into the the air physically, smooth and sleek while mentally, i ask myself, am i weak???
Reason for writing:
doubts, thoughts, stuff like that
Birth sign: Aries
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