Middle ManA Poem by Owen AldinThoughts in the back of one's mind.Middle Man Sometimes I wake up, And I feel positive. Know that my life is here, And so I need to live it. From a pit I get pulled, From my desired stance. Spiral of crazy cognitions, That leaves me in a trance. Can't dust myself off, Or get back in the ring. Convinced, There must be something wrong with me. Repressed emotions, Of where I came from. Parts of me missing, And features, That I will never know. Not at the top, Floating above the bottom, Just a middle man, Soon to be forgotten. Wish I could have a hand, To help me out, When I get stuck. Arrested by my doubts. I'm surrounded by isolation, And my only companion, Is this written frustration. Maybe this is the cause, Of my constant hesitation? And my damn habit, Of being lazy and complacent. Put it down to the side I never knew, It's too late. I went and grew, Never needed the truth, He didn't have a clue, But no worries, I'll continue to struggle through. The truth is I feel so damaged, Like a hand with no thumbs, Fatherless, Guess it's the curse of our generation. Perhaps it explains my manner, And all this deep rooted anger. Fighting, So history doesn't repeat again, It's the same as all my friends, Not sure when this will end, Try to hang on to the hope, That comes now and then. Just the journey, Of us middle men. Not at the top, Floating above the bottom, We're just the middle men, Soon to be forgotten. Can I take your hand? Will you pull me out? If I get lost, Confused by all my doubts. Please take my hand, And pull me out, When I get stuck, And surrounded by all these doubts. © 2015 Owen AldinReviews
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