Stuck. (Poem)
827 views · Published 16 September 2014 · 2:43 · Indexed 10 November 2026
Channel: SamChaplinify · 2014 · Entertainment
Here's my latest poem! ORIGINAL POEM HERE: This is to anyone who's sad, feeling down or even mad. This is a simple poem so it might be a little bad, But the words I’ll say are true and in the end you might be glad. Anger, Sadness, Madness, Rage. If feeling this was a job I’d take my wage. We feels so many feelings it would fill a page. I know your time is precious and you don’t have an age. So I’ll cut to the chase and take to the stage. Tears may be falling down your face. As you sit in a world that is out of place. Words hit you like bullets, no Harmony or Grace. The past goes passed too fast, so you lose the pace. You want the option to pause it all, before you fall, but you can’t. We’re stuck. It’s hard, its tough. It’s mental, it’s rough. I wanna give you the world, it’s a beautiful gift. But it’s a gift you’ve already received. Like coloured dye in a river stream, slowly it'll drift. Like a dream that you at one point believed. Just because it’s drifted, and every things going white. Doesn’t mean it’s out of sight. Walking, Running, Swimming or Flight. Whatever you do it’s right. As long as you help yourself within this plight. You want a jeanie. Those wanted wishes, I’m sorry. We’re stuck. This life, it’s not fair. I know, people care. You want a taxi out of your mind, but you haven't got the fare. You want to leave it all. The way people stare. But we don’t need to leave. We don’t need to go. I’m saying this because I know. I know we have a reason to stay. It might not seem that way. We’re not stuck. We’re not stranded. Because like a floating feather, your dreams have landed. The dream of breaking the silence and using your voice. Your time has come, it’s now your choice. You’re something worth fighting for. And so’s your life. You can’t cut out your problems. Not with a knife. Your mind is a powerful tool. Use it. Put your negative thoughts in a bag. Lose it. Use the tool and speak each word. Speak the truth, no matter how absurd. This was to anyone who's sad, feeling down or even mad. This was a simple poem, but I spoke it proud. But the words I said were true and now speak your voice loud.
