I am overworking.
My body and mind.
I am overwhelmed.
I feel confined.
My motors run out,
And so has my gas.
I might just shatter,
And than relapse.
It's getting exhausting
Thinking of everyone but myself.
Working and working
Making life living hell.
Why do I keep going?
Waking up everyday.
To the same damn schedule
Being the devil's prey.
Do I keep doing this?
Do I struggle some more?
Why is life tiresome?
What does God have in store?
I guess I will be fine.
Just like I always am.
Put on that smile,
And tell my thoughts to scram.
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Forever Falling
PoetryLife always finds away to knock us down, and this is the poetry of the things that continue to make me fall. The sad thing is I can never catch a grip on life so I'll continue to fall.... forever.
