I'm drowning
I'm drowning deep into my
insecurities, tied to my fumble
desires of lost hope.

My past seems to be my present
My present is a nightmare full
of rambling stones of anger
feeding my temper with jealous.

A step closer, seems to be a step
further. The beauty of courage
has weakened my only source of
hope, Faith.

Guilty crowding my conscious
mind with guilty feelings of
of being weak.
I'm broken.

A wound of desires not watered
but so strong to be neglected.
A wound centered in my heart,
rebuking my abilities, locking my
potentials and rewarding my energy
with weakness. Weakness which get
stronger from the thought of seeing
others succeeding open my wound
of self destruction.

Each time my wounds tries to
heal, hope seams to be a no
man's land. My healing abilities
are aggregated with acceptance
of failure natured with trying
moments lost in vein.

Am I different?
Am I destined to the pain
of my wounds? My heart
yearns for a glimpse of
efforts rewarded and abilities
recognized.

© The Voice