Forest (Wattys2016)

Doubt

Sometimes I hate what I do

Taking pen and pencils to paper

To tell of the truth

Sometimes I'm sick of life

This is evident in my lack of trying

One of these days I'll probably rhyme

Lying with deceitful

Nothing makes sense I guess

Lately I've committed so many missteps

I often say how my life is a mess

And how many sins I haven't confessed

But its all pouring out now

Like the sweat on my brow

And yet I'm still sick of it all

I'm haunted by the things I've seen

My friends see each others as enemies

On t.v. people are killing because of greed

And yet many want me to achieve

With the assistance of poetry

Its not that I'm ungrateful

Its not that I've had enough

Its just..lately I've been thinking to myself

About what happens when the pen drops