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Confused

When you did your best
but your best is not enough
When you pour your life and blood and insides out
and you sacrifice everything else
and it is still not enough
When every step up is two steps down
and everything you do is an uphill trudge.

Shouldn’t it be something like
Do your best and everything else will turn out okay?
Yet life doesn’t seem to work that way

Suddenly you found life has its own rules
and regulations
that you are not aware of,
and pitstops
and hidden tunnels
and sinking holes
that you never sign up for.

I’m confused, you say.
How did everything turn out like this?
It used to be rainbows and fairs
and cotton candies and laughters that
never seem to end.
When did the rules change?
Now everything else you do
seems to turn into ashes
and dust moats
and a pile of stinking garbage
for the future generations to tread on.

Why did everything change?, you asked
but no answers came,
just the sound of the howling wind passing by
and with every minute
that ticks
and tocks
you are left with a growing anxiety
that never stops.

 

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In response to Daily Post: Confused and Inspiration Monday: Dust Moat

3 Comments

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    prewitt1970

    August 16, 2016

    I feel thus way often

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    mrsreckless

    August 16, 2016

    There are so many things in life that we have no control of. It is confusing as hell. This is a sad poem, but very well written.

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    Dave Farmer

    August 17, 2016

    I know the feeling. And just as importantly, how did it change so damn fast?

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