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Apr 2010
There’s a reason why I’m scared,
It’s because all I’ve done is be unprepared,
If I fall down now, it would be the end of my repair,
So I fight it all for the time when I’m born again,
Right now I’m in a place where I don’t want to be
Without a trace of pride or humanity
Stuck in a place that doesn’t suit me
In this situation it’s true that I’m afraid
That each day that passes is another day I’ve thrown away
I look around myself and all I see is the waste that I’ve created
And turned into my grave
It’s so dark and lonesome it makes me full of self pity
But like I said before,
It’s where I don’t want to be
So I fight for the day when I’m free from myself
A day when I’m happy and free from my hell
It gives me hope to see all the future will bring me
And that one day soon, I’ll be free from my  animosity
Written by
Ricardo Jimenez
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