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Jul 2014
I worry too much about things and
I let it get inside my head.
I can't travel in the right directions,
I go the opposite way instead.

I lose faith in everything and it's
just the way I live.
I give out in the middle of the road
because I have nothing more to give.

I search for the tunnel that will have
the shining light.
Only to find that the daytime hours
have been taken over by the night.

I've been beaten and destroyed by
a force that I can't figure out.
If there's any good left in me it's
taken away by lot's of doubt.

I stand at the bottom of mountains
without finding a way to the top.
Reading signs along the way and
they all say "STOP".

How can I find my way if I'm afraid
to take the chance.
How can I stop boulders from knocking
me down if I don't make a stance.
Phillip Blytheville
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Phillip Blytheville  Dallas, Texas
(Dallas, Texas)   
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