02-10-17

I'm constantly fighting for my place
In society's hierarchy.
Clawing my way up the ladder,
With blood-stained hands.
Cuts mutilate my body
From deathly words that pour from your lips.
I compete against others of my kind,
In order to stand beside you
As one worthy of your love.

Reviews

[A.L.]

Everybody always desperately climbing for something that's out of their reach. A culture of discontentment.

Painful poem but I enjoyed it. Thanks for the post.

[K]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.