• clifton 14w

    Weights Of Expectation

    These weights of expectation,
    Are irons, wrought in steel,
    Moulded to the exasperation,
    Of worthlessness, I feel.
    They drag me to the cold stones,
    Pull my head towards the ground,
    Breaking my conviction,
    Upon my thoughts, they pound.
    These restrictions of achievement,
    Are cuffs, furnace forged,
    The torments come to mock me,
    Like some evil overlord.
    Laughing at my bitterness,
    Stabbing me with staves,
    I wrestle with my conscience,
    But I've become its slave.
    ©clifton