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?