Doomed
Crushing weight all around,
pressing me to the ground,
burning me in my fears,
that have been built through the years,
my pounding head,
my hope in shreds,
say to me,
“You’ll never be,
someone strong,
no matter what you say you are wrong.”
I am trying but I just keep crying, I am stuck, in the muck, below, snow.
This poem is about:
Me