Someone save me,
I'm getting over my head.
Am I willing,
to change all that I had?
What if I don't make it?
I feel the pressure pushing.
It's not over yet,
but I know my time is closing.
I can try to force my way through,
but if the pain cancels the reward,
it's not the path to take.
We all need help, raise your hands out.
The fallen foes makes for fearsome friends.
Never turn back on the fire in the sky,
wait for the smoke to clear,
then move without the fear.
Someone save me,
I'm getting over my head.
Am I willing,
to change all that I had?
What if I don't make it?
I feel the pressure pushing.
It's not over yet,
but I know my time is closing.
When all seems lost,
find a different way out.
I'll reach the shore when the crash begins,
there is no trouble for me.
Time to burst out from the wreckage.
We must fixed the broken.
Someone save me,
I'm getting over my head.
Am I willing,
to change all that I had?
What if I don't make it?
I feel the pressure pushing.
It's not over yet,
but I know my time is closing.
Hope you don't actually feel like this man, this is some real angsty stuff.
ReplyDeleteCouple interesting forced rhymes but I think it works. Good job
Lovely poem, definatly can relate to this ..
ReplyDeleteCryptic man... hope you can find time to be cheerful, and that these words come from a place you have given peace to
ReplyDeleteCheers for the read - Will be looking out for your next post.
Mike.