Flat On My Face Poem by Rafael Dejesus

Heavy in thought my mind feels as its ready to pop. Weak shoulders that surrounds me and there's no support to guide me through. Long nights that leaves empty bottles and the wallet quite flat. Alone in the world I feel like a prisoner chained to an endless cycle of lies and a lot of lust. Broken promises, forgotten dreams, I see myself falling, I'm pretty much crushed. Losing myself and forgetting my goals, I'm feeling like all I want to do is complain and fuss. I'm trying to find myself to get back up but finding it hard to trust. Heartbroken I feel, like everything has shattered then turned into dust. This is a battle that will be continued to be fought. For where I seem to fall I will rise and shoot to the top.