Tuesday Morning

Been too busy staring at walls

Counting everything against me

Too wrapped up in failures

Of what could have been

Never counting the blessings in front of me

Or letting the light shine

Thorough the darkness in my soul

I was getting tired

Of living life with so much fear

Stuck in ways from failed years

I've always tried to do the right thing

To be the good man

Maybe I was too scared

To leave the comfort

Of my own demons

To never let myself be me

Always letting things happen

Never making them happen

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Always letting things happen
Never making things happen

Those two lines stuck out for me. You can sat around and let thing happen which may not turn out to your liking or you can get up and make them happen to your liking! Excellent poem

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I can feel the emotions just pour through. This tugs a little bit.