My World

Turmoil

Feelings of exhaustion are a constant in my life,

It feels as if all I go through is misery and strife.

Events in my life occur like both ends of a knife,

Sharp and dull they pierce me in the heart,

Stab me in the back and paralyze my body in every part.

For days I live in fear,

Fighting the inevitable tear,

That glides down my cheek,

Moisturizing the skin of the meek.

Thoughts of violence consume my every thought,

While I wrestle with the pain and anger brought.

Nothing.

I wish I felt nothing.

Instead, I feel everything,

Some say it is a blessing,

As without suffering, there would not be compassion.

Tell that to those who suffer and have no passion.

Lacking a sense of belonging can frustrate the mind,

Mutilate the soul and make you blind.

Blind to the opportunities and blessings thrown your way,

By life, which is the game you play.

From a righteous path, it is easy to stray,

Especially when to you, attention they do not pay.