An Unfinished Poem...
For the past three months, I have been writing poems on and off left and right. I've only completed one poem out of three, but here is an unfinished poem I am currently working on. "Anguish" On the surface, I’m happy But on the inside, I’m weeping It seems as if no matter what I do I’m always going to be reminded By past mistakes and past hurts It’s always one step forward Taking two steps back Constantly asking myself Is it worth fighting for Something or someone already lost? For today, I am Job A shell of a girl I once knew Wasting away in the midst Of chaos and confusion – I’m only ashes and dust. The anguish of my spirit And the bitterness of my soul Is all I’ve ever known. Then I ask myself, Does it really have to be this way?