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Category : Poems

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Here I am, in the dust;
Blowing through the wind.
Just a spec, out of many
Uncertain of what's called a destiny.
Am I right, am I wrong?
Will it all get the best of me, again?
Can I sleep, what's going on?
I'm doing the best that I can. 

This isn't me, all this hate,
I want to throw it in the trash.
I haven't felt free, it took hold in everything I did.
It all built up, it exploded, and I almost lost my life.
I played with fire, then I was burned, I guess trying too hard chases them away in the end.
It's been hard, all this shit, keeps on crossing my mind.
Can I feel, what it's like, to finally hold something that is real?
Do I even deserve to feel how it feels?
I'm not perfect, and I'm getting sick of all the regret.
So here I am, cutting off any ways of reaching out. 



Comments

  • hi my name is rebecca

    Jan 03, 2022

  • Celestine Kabonge

    Celestine Kabonge

    Can i feel,what its like ,to finally hold ,Something that is real? I loved the line💙

    Jan 03, 2022

  • I completely understand this more than you will ever know thank you and for what it’s worth don’t give up life is bigger and we have so much more living to do!!

    Jan 03, 2022

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