The fire I had has since died out,
What's left is just a cloud of doubt.
How will I succeed?
I'm being trampled by this stampeed.
Some call it life,
I call it strife.
There's moments when I feel strong,
But then it drops like the echos of an old song.
What happened to my motivation?
It flew away like a family on vacation.
Leave me to be,
And perhaps one day you will see.
I'm stuck broken,
But these words I have long since spoken.
Fuck it now I'm on my own,
This is what you have shown.
It's trickling back in,
Feeling better than I have ever been.
The dead weight is off the tree,
Now I can't let this buzz die like a bee.
I won't be dead after just one sting,
Oh hell, I've got alot left to bring.
All you have to do is wait,
While I sit here and contemplate.
I've got alittle suprise,
In the end, I will always rise.
YOU ARE READING
Lost
PoetryThese are the poems that I write as I do my best to make it through the life I have been left with.