Sometimes I get down on my hands and knees
And pray to a God that doesn't listen.
A deity I don't believe in,
Just to get something out into the void.
The voice that answers back is always my own.
It tends to tell me something that I already know,
But I never have the courage to heed its advice.
I count my blessings until they turn into curses,
Manifesting self-sabotage,
A self-fulfilled prophecy.
Messing with fate
Until it's nothing but a jumbled mess of atoms,
Going nuclear,
Blowing up in my face.
You would think that would be enough
To make me change,
But old habits die hard,
And I refuse to die until I find the answers.
I'll search the ends of the Earth internally
Until I come out on the other side.
I'll haunt this plane,
An eternal purgatory,
If that's what it takes
To discover my own abilities
For what they truly are.
Engaging in a never-ending war
Inside my mind;
At least I'm trying.
About the Creator
Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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Comments (4)
This resonated so deeply with me! I loved it!
This poem is very real. Stunning!
I love that, very powerful. Keep up the good fight!
Yes! Never stop trying.