Standing Still
Most of my motivation is gone.
I see no moving forward.
But I also know there’s no stepping back.
I’m simply standing still with no place to go.
Each day is passing but I’m no closer to my goals.
Those days are turning into years.
Before I know it I’ll be at the end.
I’ll regret what could have been.
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.