Sick...

Sick

My head is pounding

My blood is rushing

My palms are all sweaty

And everything is just nasty

I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m really, really sick

Now, even minor things make me tick

I’m sick of my life, sick of my job

Why won’t anyone listen to me?

Why doesn’t anyone understand me?

Why don’t they step into my shoes and see

That something is certainly wrong with me

Nobody cares, nobody minds

They can’t afford to set aside their precious time

Not even for me, a pitiful soul in need

Nowadays, nobody bothers with a simple good deed

So, here I am, all alone

I’m surprised I haven’t turned into a stone

Being contained within four blank walls

One could get lonely and stiff after a while

Files and documents are everywhere

I have started my journey but it ends nowhere

I know I left my brain somewhere

But when I need it, it’s just not there

WHOOSH! My friends’ bullet trains shoot past

Look at them, they are sure going fast

I’m still huffing and puffing behind

Hoping to catch up with them in time

The climb towards success is steep

But I’m steadily traveling in my faithful jeep

Strength, encouragement and love is all I need

One day, I’m sure I’ll be at the lead

~~Gentle Soul~~