Adulthood

Something is gray,
Within my soul,
Suffocating and snuffing out,
The zeal for my future.

I am afraid I have had my best days,
For which i cannot retrieve again.

I once had something to say,
Now there is a hole,
Where my passion burst out
Doctor, i need a suture.

Doubt and fear dictates what i say,
Where i used to yell, I now abstain.

Reviews

[Leo]

Another enjoyable read that I've been contemplating myself honestly..yesterday I was recalling and told a young lady that I graduted 15 years ago and she was like wowwww..and I was like hmm "Adulthood" : - ) - a thought provoking poem indeed.
blessings

[Leo]

Just wondering should it read "passions bursts out or just burst"?

[Haley]

i can definitely feel this. i know this feeling all too well as of recently. this may or may not be comforting, but you are not alone, that's for sure.