My mind is stagnate with dying desires,
Before my eyes, the passion expires.
I've lost my direction to where I was going,
Hesitant to move, from fear of not knowing.
Where is the way I wanted to go,
Progress if any, is painfully slow.
It was just assumed, this is all my life can be,
No one's bothered to ask, "Is there anything you wanted to be?"
Aspirations I held, and the future I saw,
Was for another me, who's not here at all.
I had goals and ambitions that were fuelled by my will,
I too had dreams I longed to fulfill.
I've now lost the confidence, the drive to achieve,
Along with the faith that made me believe,
That I could succeed in what I pursue,
The courage I need is long over due.
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2 comments:
Your poems are much better than mine... YOU should publish your stuff :). And I've got faith in you that you can accomplish any dream you put your mind to, I believe in you. See you when Kohl and I get back in January after a successful crossing!
seriously awesome poem. this was my point exactly about the artistic thing.
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