Distress Poem by Leslie Rodriguez

I'm living life in deep distress and need someone to elucidate
Why is it that I'm being held as prisoner?
Why is it that I'm forced to wait?
A fog weighs down on my head and a veil covers my eyes
The hope begins to decease and the lunacy starts to rise
I wish to be intrepid to this force, but vulnerably I stand
My life is slipping away quickly, like from my grip, slides the sand
The ghost of the past haunts me, and all it does is enervate
The light is fading away quickly, and it appears my luck is late
Everyday is like watching myself act out a scene
in this tragic play called my life,
My one desire is to escape this scenario, to escape this terrible strife
My only chance is to run away but I am my own enemy
Why is it that I feel so trapped within myself, when all I long for is to be free?