by Shanae
Sweaty palms of my own demise
cover my face to block the sunrise
i should’ve
could’ve
would’ve
but i didn’t
now here i am still sittin
waiting for time fly by
looking for another reason why
i should have
could have
would have
but i didn’t
get out of bed or is it all just in my head
somehow my thoughts are being mislead
could it be my brain just needs to be fed
i wanna run free but
something is keeping me.
by Shanae
Aug 29, 2011 @ 12:40:32
Shanae,
The moments you describe in your poem are so often shared by many of us. Your words clearly express that tug of war within us. Wonderful writing. Thank you for your thoughtful poem.
Sally
Sep 10, 2011 @ 18:23:46
I like this poem. It’s so ironic.