Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/2193155
Rated: E · Poetry · Political · #2193155
A quick poem I wrote about feelings that I have been having lately.
Failing upwards towards purposeless goals.
Walking on stairs made of people.
Chains winding tightly around their souls.
To myself, I cajole, I wheedle.
This was no choice of mine.

The chains hang loosely over me.
I hold up this burden exhibiting it to all.
Rolling in the guilt of an endless sea.
Their eyes fastened to me, an oncoming squall.
Like the moon, do I eclipse their struggle?

To fight, to rise up, to ally.
Sick of all these decisions that lead to pain.
But I can’t see with either eye.
Is it all in vain?
Reaching out with my two hands.
© Copyright 2019 UncannyThirteen (alexetsnyder at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Log in to Leave Feedback
Not a Member?
Signup right now, for free!
All accounts include:
*Bullet* FREE Email @Writing.Com!
*Bullet* FREE Portfolio Services!
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/2193155