Poetry

I was

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told to give up on my pipe dreams and just live the life I have now.

That it didn’t matter that I was miserable because at least I had a job and money and that should be enough for me.

But, the truth is I could care less about the money because my body is overworked.

And my soul dies a little more each time I think of work or at work.

I sit here staring at nothing because I’m too tired to move and the things that I used to enjoy now  I don’t have time to care about.

I could reach out and talk to you but, I just  want quiet and soon I am all alone.

And that doesn’t bother me anymore for it’s the only time I truly feel peace and comfort.

I know I’m missing out on so much but I don’t have the fight left in me to fight to be apart of those things anymore.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

 

 

 

Published by mywords2228

Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.

1 thought on “I was”

  1. tinaor – Farnborough, Kent – I knit a lot. I stitch a bit. I try and make a few pretty things. I call myself HandmadeHomemadeKnitStitchDesign with the idea that I can make a few things for myself and gift a few more things too. I work a bit. I am a mother. I love France and French things.
    tinaor says:

    We should never give up pipe dreams, I say!

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