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

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