Caught Under surveillance


As I attempt
To find peace,
I only anger
My self.
Sitting still
Isn’t for me,
The passion I seek
raises the endorphins
To yell!
Get up & stampede!
But the attention
Is hard to bare,
When I can’t carry the cross
All by myself.
You see only
What you understand,
As such, it is blurred
By the unsure & the doubt.
*So I sit*

  1. An interesting poem in terms of the emotions expressed and how we confine ourselves.

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