Stagnant

It's just how I was feeling after a recent rebound. First writing ever.

Stagnancy.
dogged to the point where movement in any direction feels like salvation
It's maddening. It's unbearable.
Scream internally, a vicious grind of the molars, it peels one layer at a time.
A quote read, another felt.
A beating heart yearns for change. For if I am "developing" then why am I not content.?
Why am I where I was when I began?
Looking for that jolt of INTERNAL CHANGE ultimately leading to an eternal one.
Focus on the sermons, the speeches the lectures, waiting for that jolt.
Nothing.
Upstairs seems silent.
Screams go unattended.
Begging for forgiveness with every fall. Not 100% sure it's been heard at all.
Fantasies. Adversary or friend?
Should it be that they give one strength? Or mock him of a life that will not be lived.
Stagnancy.
Both of the mind and soul, a daily haunting.
A room with locked doors that you have the key to but don't have the know-how.
Stagnancy.
My undoing.

Author's Note

Feel free to critique. I'm not to sure if it's a poem or a journal... Just how I felt at the time. Hope you enjoy. :)

Reviews

[Kamari's]

It is a poem because of the stanzas and spacing you selected yet it is personal so I could be selected for both may I add it is very descriptive you seem to be able to paint us a picture of the screams and the locked door yet dear writer the door is most likely a metaphors to get inside of your feelings am I correct please tell me and this is a very great write for you being a bigger poet I think you may have a natural talent for poems you should continue to write and please tell me when the next one is available your words are so strong and well used the story is interesting.