i feel like
i'm running in place
running a race
against myself
and i'm destined for the last place
defeated before i even begin
fighting the war
but the war continues with no end
and my enemy will win -
yet my enemy is me
and just can't see
why i keep entrenching myself in misery -
making progress but no motion
and now i'm fraught with emotion
i am my judge and my jury
and my judgment of me
keeps me stuck in my fury
and thus I'm frustratingly
running, out of breath,
but yet, standing still.
© 2007 Patricia B.
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