Feelings
What can I say
I hate feeling this way
These feelings that I feel
They bring me down to kneel
If I could only let them go
That would be one less foe
But they seem to be stuck
No matter how much I wade through the muck
I try to move on
But all my avenues seem to be gone
I write this down
So I have less of a reason to frown
Sometimes I meet success
Other times its just a big mess
These feelings of mine
Have put me in decline
Do I have to create a masterpiece
To finally find my peace?
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“Do I have to create a masterpiece to finally find my peace?” Absolutely felt this. Amazing poem!