This unwavering fear
Stays close to me my dear
At times my mission in life is clear
But Then my demons appear
A captive to my own cognizance
And with that I wish I had more self confidence
It feels like whatever I'm going up against is ominous
I can't even remember when it got like this
At times i find myself begging me to be great
The only fear I have is of hate
Sadly from people who can't even relate
And this is my constant mistake
And it's these habits I need to negate
I wish I could unearth the solution with a plow
It feels like time itself is going to run out
Wish I had the keys to make it stop
Wish I had the keys to keep it locked
Now how do I open this other door?
Behind it are my wildest dreams, plus more Negative thoughts say why push anymore?
Positive ones says to use the backdoor
And now I'm dealing with this civil war
Moments like this makes me feel like I'm off my hinges
And I lose sight of my vision
All I want is to be in a better position
And maybe even have some riches
Can't complain if I find my misses
And maybe she'll show me what the real gift is.
Until then.... if that! I'll keep pickin this lock.
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The black rose that grew in the junglePoetry
Something I wrote in the spur of the moment I don't think it's done yet leave any comment if you like it or not (title name is from a line of my favorite common song ~u black maybe)