Work In Progress

Despite the sweat that burns my eyes
No matter the countless tears cried
The ones that want to struggle
Earning bread by my muscles
In the dark, hoping to be free
Hoping God has a plan for me
His work is hard to see
Many nights on my knees
Begging please
The end of the tunnel
I have yet to see
Bur still moving on
My days here have been long
Filled with misery
My boss seems like she's out to get me
Where is my drink
To deal with this pain
At times, my life seems like a game
Still pushing on
Freedom is my song
Until they lay me to rest
My life remains work in progress

Reviews

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. brilliantly expressed ...
. extremely poignant and insightful ...
. that last line is particularly profound ...

[Coyote Poetry]

I know the feeling. Seem like I'm a mouse in a maze. Just running in circles. I haven't felt freedom in many years. I hope for better days. A powerful message in your poem. Many people are lock in and can't see a escape. We can't give up. Sooner or later we will get a break. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote