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Nov 2015
I don't claim to know the answers
In all honesty, I don't know ****
I feel, I believe, I have hope
Is that all I really need to know?
I can't give a, "Hell yea!"
It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
It seems like there has to be more
But it's the only thing I have for now

Maybe that will change, who's to say
I try to make the most of the day
I get out of life of what I put into it
It seems like I've taken so much
And that's why I'm feeling stuck
Karma has it's way to unfold
And if I keep ******* up there will
be nothing left of me, just hollowness
And that's not where I want to be
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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