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So much pressure around me. |
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Become a shadow of whom I wish I'd be. |
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Part of what remained inside, now feels lost. |
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A vision entrapped in pain. |
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A face without expression, relentless and remorseful. |
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Blaming all but himself for falling in despair. |
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I decided to turn my back. |
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Try a different approach. |
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Since everything that's touched is bound to turn to dust. |
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Recommend no further trial. |
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Not a glimpse of should have been. |
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Only the promised years to come, |
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and with that my transgression will come to an end. |
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So little movement within me. |
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A shadow I've become. |
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Fall out, now all is lost. |
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It's clear I'm incomplete. |
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A face portraits depression , emotionless but thankful features that show: |
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when one loses, there is everything to gain. |
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Free fall! |
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Failure above me circulates! |
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Dented pride encouraged and my broken spirit leads the way. |
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Deterred comprehension. |
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I tend to give up more and more each day. |