Not Enough
Seas have I cried Oceans, I have sailed And more I am destined to do But it's not enough Pressure and wrath Borden and sadness Pushing a train To make it mean something After the pains Limping and grumbles Sobers and regrets They value me less All those I give all of my stress all that I work for still rants on my provision Is this a phase Or is it my fate Is it this life we were molded to live Padon my cries If I made you fretful for words that I tender has troubled my being
Allwell
Founder, poet, and curator of Allwell Writes.
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