Old Poems

Looking back at unfinished poems, they are all the same. Sad and full of shame. Was I really this way? Does poetry ever change? Endless questions fill my brain. How does one break the chain? I want to write a poem on something not so vain. Well before I’ll need a cane. Something that willContinue reading “Old Poems”

Career – A Short Poem

Depression deepens. Anxiety worsens. I feel myself slowly sinking. Even though I thought I had just found my footing. Panic rises. Suffering creeps in. Mentally, I am slowly fading away. Expectations rises. Disappointment continues. Face yourself and truly see. Unrecognizable. Uneducated. What do I really have the potential to be? Peer deeper and fixate. Educator?Continue reading “Career – A Short Poem”