Lost
Thinking that the other grass was greener;
I’ve allowed myself to
Feel the Fall.
I haven’t hit the ground,
But the feeling is still familiar.
I’m stuck,
Trapped between my wants and needs.
Only time will allow me
To be free -- of myself;
Of my own demons.
Caught in a web of my troubles;
Lost in my path of greed.
This poem is about:
Me