Its time to eat <br />but i cant leave this seat <br />See i missed too many meals already <br />And my feet feels stuck to the concrete <br /> <br />I must have suffered decite <br />Why would I trap myself to a seat <br />i must figure out a plan or else <br />I will be stuck for weeks <br /> <br />Now my eyes are starting to get heavy <br />I become angry because <br /> i begin to feel the tears fall <br />I am not mad because <br /> of tears falling im mad because <br />I dont want to crawl, <br /> <br />Plus Im worried about the fall <br />From the chair to the ground <br />If I fall now I would be below my feet <br />If i fall now I would be deverstated <br />from the blow of the concrete <br />Decite feelings are leaving, <br />new one arrive and they feel like defeat <br />Is it because of the concrete Im diving into <br />Or is it from the consequences i face <br />Trying to be content in my space<br /><br />Jaycee Wilkerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/starving-for-success/
