Internal monologueA Poem by Esteban Morfín
So many wonderful things inside me that can't come out,
Because I keep numbing myself. So much pain in and outside of me, Nothing I can do about it. Or is it? Thank God we are all so different, How dreadful would everything be if it was just me. Why do I keep dragging myself down? Why do I keep doubting what I already know for sure? Why do I keep going back to where I know I won't find anything at all? I know what I want, I know how to get it, Yet I don't go for it. Why are we so selfdestructive? I feel like I'm swiming against the current, Going forward is so hard, And if I stop for a second, The river drags me a mile back. Is it just me or is there something in the air? Why is it so hard to live life? And yet, it is so rewarding. "If it was easy, everybody would do it." Well, I disagree, because it actually IS easy. We are the ones that complicate it. Life is not so difficult. Humans are. You want something? Go for it. Pay the price and get it. Be sure to pick the right goal, though. Dark things await to those that don't search in the debts of their own heart before going on an adventure.
© 2021 Esteban MorfínAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorEsteban MorfínMéxico, Estado de México, MexicoAboutHello there! My name is Esteban. I am a Mexican young man with a passion for writing. In the long term, I want to dedicate full-time to writing. I've been writing short stories and novels pretty.. more..Writing
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