Unbalanced
As I walk with you,
My heart grows cold.
With every step We take,
We both begin to fold.
I fight for my future.
I dream to soar!
I see my light,
While you are still on the floor.
Your feet stay stagnent.
Not wanting to change.
Not a future unraveled.
It seems rather strange.
As I take my steps,
With your life unlived,
And life unchanged,
My life is deprived.
Nothing is exchanged.
This poem is about:
Me