inconclusive

Society
Is testing me
To a degree
My energy
Will pay, and
My clarity
Will stray, and
I try to be
Displayed grand

Consumption of
Exhaustion
No gumption and
Frustration
I am a victim of my own
Self-destruction
Constantly grasping to condone
Reconstruction

The future is inconclusive
Why am I so self-abusive?
Life can be erratic
Life can be traumatic
Life can be emphatic, but
Life won't be pragmatic
There are twists and turns
There are cuts and burns
There are tears for years
Within cheers of fears

Hit the anti-lottery, and
Now I owe debt
So young, yet so tottery, but
I'm not done yet

Tripping over and falling
Through the cracks
Exploiting myself, stalling
To relax
If only I viewed my being
Through the eyes of a loved one
Oh, how it would be so freeing
To feel the warmth from the sun

The future is inconclusive
Why am I so self-abusive?
Life can be dramatic
Life can be dogmatic
Life can be emphatic, but
Life won't be pragmatic
There are twists and turns
There are cuts and burns
There are tears for years
Within cheers of fears

I've hid
My wrists
I've quit
My lists
I've drowned
In deep sorrow
I've frowned
At tomorrow
My perception
Of my image
Like deception
Of a scrimmage
A mindless hope
Is a timeless scope
And a mental rope
With no gentle slope
I embrace the snow
As i chase the blow
I melt and I grow
I felt highly low
Till I saw the glow
Of the raw backflow
In which you neither choose to leave
Nor are my changing views naïve

The future is inconclusive
Why am I so self-abusive?
Life can be dramatic
Life can be traumatic
Life can be erratic
Life can be dogmatic
Life can be emphatic, but
Life won't be pragmatic
There are twists and turns
There are cuts and burns
There are tears for years
Within cheers of fears

The overwhelming convolution
Of questioning my contribution
Has finally begun to
Subside with what I pursue
Increasing my sense of success
Decreases the impact of stress



Credits
Writer(s): Zoe Rebekah Frenchman
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