Time is standing now still
Battles appear uphill
Life is slowly passing
No place for surpassing
Dreams can appear hopeless
Why can I not progress?
Others move forward on
They can see the bright dawn
Life at times seems futile
And I wish less brutal
Hoping time could proceed
Perhaps I should concede
*Note: I know this poem may not be perfect in rhythm or something else, mainly put it together in the last 20 minutes or so.
Also, I am not suicidal, so do not take it to mean that. More about me thinking about my own life, which this poem was "inspired" by a friend taking a step forward in her life today.
Battles appear uphill
Life is slowly passing
No place for surpassing
Dreams can appear hopeless
Why can I not progress?
Others move forward on
They can see the bright dawn
Life at times seems futile
And I wish less brutal
Hoping time could proceed
Perhaps I should concede
*Note: I know this poem may not be perfect in rhythm or something else, mainly put it together in the last 20 minutes or so.
Also, I am not suicidal, so do not take it to mean that. More about me thinking about my own life, which this poem was "inspired" by a friend taking a step forward in her life today.