Poetry

Turnaround

written by: OurSacredHonor

Drip, drip, drip
As the dread fills my head
I've read and thought ahead
But still I'm restless in my bed
Looked for all the possibilities
While on my hands and knees
Hoping to please heal this disease
Worrying about casualties
Tomorrows around the corner and I'm not prepared
I'm scared wondering how I'll fare
Out there in the real world
Unfurled before my eyes
And I despise the corporate lies
With which I must comply
It makes me queasy
I'm uneasy
Can you see me?
Please release me
Too much pressure on my chest
I feel compressed
I cannot rest
I won't relent, I'll try my best
But all the while I make no promise
I can't help but think that I'm in too deep
And that any one I'd make I just couldn't keep
I don't know if I'm ready for this leap
Plus it's late and I debate the thought of getting sleep
I'm caught in the thought
That I've brought all of this
Hit or miss
One last kiss
State of bliss
Here it is
Voice of reason cuts through and eases my mind
Takes it off of what I must do and the answers I must find
It gives me time to rewind and relax
And to be free of this responsibility
And although it can be hard there's always some on who's there
Someone who cares
And gives me the air
To refill my gasping lungs again
Refill the ink in my pen
Pick me back up on my feet like friend
The one who is there to the end

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