Brave Poetry

Right

I've always wanted to do right,

And I've always tried,

But why do I keep listening to that same

Old voice inside?

I do not mean to do wrong

But why do I do it anyways?

When I know it'll leave me grieving,

Hollow, without sleeping,

And I try, oh how I try, but eventually I'll get stuck again,

Back inside that ugly, empty rut,

And I'm always left wondering,

How will I get up?

A.C.
{June 12, 2017}