Really Short Poems

The Walk

I hear them speaking,

my insides creaking.

They say like they understand,

but my patience is leaking.

I try to control,

they think that I am freaking.

A bit of tolerance,

but my anger is peeking.

I see them succeeding,

my heart beat speeding,

my confidence is down,

but my ego is breeding.

I try to reason,

but my sense is shrewding.

I give myself time,

but my self is brooding.

I see them disobeying.

My discipline not paying.

I try to tell them,

but they keep on saying.

I go by the rules,

and they are just playing.

They keep getting younger,

but my hairs are graying,

because I try to save,

but they keep on slaying.

The anger I possess

is enough to break them.

But all the anger

can not cover my failures.

The failures that slip me

into darker territories.

The failures that keep me

from brighter stories.

The failures that have marred all my achievements.

The failures that have barred me from the placements.

These failures are part of me,

As I am a part of them.

So now there will be no one,

no one whom I can blame.

Lets see how they

cope with all the pain.

And also make them see,

that I am learning The Walk again.