The things that hold me down

There's no running
From the things that hold me down
Head just above water
As I'm trying not to drown

Feeling like I'm lost
Wish I would have known the cost
Of my sins
This is surely not my best

Healing wounds, so soft
Are my emotions that lay aloft
The water
Though my sprit is under water with the rest
Of me

Morals Drifting too far away
Lord can't you see
What this pain has done to me

Soul searching for a new way
For my heart to be
As I beg now, Lord please

Give me just one more chance
This can't
Be the way it ends

Breathless as I begin to pant
My hands
Paddle as the current sends

Me just a bit closer to land
I can see the sand
Swimming desperately
Waves thrash rapidly
But sadly
There's no running
From the things that hold me down
I had my chance to repent
But I chose just to vent
And now I am bound
To drown

Realizing I've lost the bout
Conscienceness going in and out
I reflect breifly on this life
I so abusively chose to waste

Praying one last time
That it's not too late
This can't be my fate
Why can't I run away
From the things that hold me down
I drown

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

There is sad wisdom in your words, Shawn. We cannot run away, but if we can tread water long enough, someone may throw us a life preserver...

[shawnt5604]

Great insight! Thank you so much.

[Girl With A Pen]

Once again you have written a poem that captured my attention. Well done. I think there are times we all feel like we are drowning from life's allusive waves.