There is an addiction in my soul
There stands a torment in my role
An addiction of uncertainty
A torment of certainty.
Trying to take the paths of reform
But all these paths lead me,
Is a trend to conform
To the addiction in me.
Just yesterday, I planned taking my life
Just yesterday, I cried losing everything
It's all but pain and strife
There is just nothing, nothing!
The older I grow, my chains get stronger
The farther I go, my battle gets tougher
It's nothing... but the addiction
That conforms me to my gravest situation
I try erasing my past
I sigh ending hard
But each step of my path
Leads me to chains of the dark
I want to be free!
I wish to see the blue skies
But no matter how hard I try
The wish to be free is just but a dream.
Dear Sir Charles, You want to be free, , , forget and forgive yourself....rebuild your strength, , we are born to make a better world, , , sincerely, diane
You have written a wonderful poem on the tendency to become a slave to one's own self. it is true so many are suffering from such tendencies and do not find a way out of it..... i am so happy that your pen as a poet is revealing such great truths....... thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Charles. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks