"I feel like I am suffocating
the air is full of lead
it's entering my lungs
and weighing me down with dread
I used to know this road by heart
each step a choreographed dance
and now I've stepped off the path
and left it all to chance
I knew were I was headed
and how my life would start
I had so many convictions
that are now torn apart
will I ever get to that place
that I remember in my dreams
or, is this winding road
as endless as it seems"

I can never seem to put the write amount of feeling into my poems. They start out based on raw feeling and turn into the flat words you see here. Don't get me wrong I try to be more descriptive but something holds me back. How do you say that you feel suffocated and that no matter what happens you can't seem to care either way. I just feel flat like a beautiful river scenery bursting with every color of the rainbow that has been edited so many times the colors are dull and the image is all blurry. It's not completely ruined but seems to be beyond all editing hope. Nope still not the write flowery poetic metaphor. Oh, well enough whining for the night I guess. You can feel free to leave comments of disgust now.