Aug 27, 2004 10:05
I was feeling creative while i was running. So i wrote down what was in my head at the time in a poem. i don't write poems too often and i share them even less, but i felt like taking a risk. hope i don't regrete it.
Pain hits me,
telling me to stop.
I should listen,
but i refuse to drop
I keep fighting
and I keep strong
I feel the eurge to be weak
but if i stop, it'll be wrong
People ask me why,
I do the things I do
I say I must go on,
it's the right thing to do.
So I live with all this pain,
constantly driving at me.
but i kno w I wont change,
so thats the way it's got to be.
Anyway, I got to work. Peace
poem