Timeless Poem by James Woodworth

Living in a place like hell,
Wondering if I’ll make the bell,

To see my life buckle and drop,
It’s like watching a timeless clock,

Can’t contemplate the state of my mind,
Feeling as if I’m too kind,

Honestly I don’t know if I can grow,
To be the man I’m meant to be,

While my life’s being threatened,
By the very thing that ruined my family,

Still I can’t grasp the concept,
May it be my mindset?

I look at things that surround,
Doesn’t seem real….no sound,

I hear you but I don’t,
I see you but I can’t,

Am I living a dream?
Or is this meant to be?

I’m not sure if I can last,
To live like this might become vast.