No expiring
Wearing thin
Wheels haven’t left the track and that’s tiring
Before I can begin
The engine has exhausted and isn’t firing
Wonder when
I find time to spend admiring
The body of work I’ve put in,
I can find it inspiring
But not enough to win
Other times I can find it conspiring.
Full of myself but empty within
Vacancy; looking for more, I’m hiring
Just give me a min
Can’t stand the expectations I’m acquiring
Getting under my skin
I expect it to stop requiring
Bridging gaps I’ve yet to fill in
Thoughts drain through eyes perspiring
Negative self-dialogue, take it on the chin.
I don’t like the way I’m inquiring
My anger transpiring
Inside of fear.
Reaper off my doorstep but he stays near
Always afraid to let go but won’t steer
Am I worthy of such a burden to hold dear
In placement of fear
I’m reaching out to you, hold here.
Reaching out, hold here.
Lord, I’m reaching again,
Hold Here.
Submitted: April 03, 2021
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