I Dont Just Get It! - Poem by Tracee Olga
The sun rises and sets
With it I rise and rest
I toil with no rest yet many upset
Hindering my ever working insight
My breakthrough seems out of sight
I grope in the ever unending darkness no light
What do I have to do to attract the scintillating sun?
Am I not a friend of the son?
Everything I do feel like nothing done
All my friends gone to the drain
Tiring and breaking my overworked brain
Along I move with an almost motionless train
My feeling shuttering down to grains
Why would I push without gain?
An ever ending pain
Everything I consider mine is lame
Everyone I know swimming in fame
Who will help me, my heart to tame?
How will I get it to my head that am great?
Someone scream it into my head
Rub it in, force it even
That my present circumstances are not permanent
That all this are passing storms
How can I not just get it!
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