Behind

Thoughts over a couple weeks

Let me, try to explain

How things have been

In a life ridden with sin

 

Lonely, though never showing

With so much to give,

Everyone’s refusing to live

 

Frustrated, asking why still I try?

It’s always the same time

It hits three before nine

 

Looking for inspiration,

There’s plenty to find

I just seem to be missing it

 

Anxious, never resting

Is the soul that I don’t possess

And still there’s no one I’m trying to impress

 

Drowning, with tide rising

Higher and higher every day,

No way shot in hell

Of getting out with such a heavy heart

Author's Note

thoughts?