UNABLE TO SHINE

poem by: Fadrian Bartley
Written on Jan 12, 2018

Life become my prison wall
That builds itself around my presence
I am not free, and like a bird I cannot fly
But tangled beyond life beautiful essence
Dreams and goals seems far away
And all these obstacles are in my way
A time to shine might never be
The fear of failure made its decree


Unable to climb, unable to shine
The effort to proceed is just a little time
A journey I take but will I reach?
My purpose in life I continued to seek,
A place I called not my home
A wretched state of bitter dome,
Enemies found within one roof
The life I live have its proof,


The need to go there and fro
I seek more faith so I can grow,
The hateful essence of this solitude
Is a humble heart without gratitude
I find no air to breathe
With this state of life I remain here only to feed,
Life lessons teaches I bare them all
It is very hard to understand lifeâ€™s call,
Timid regret from past mistakes
As become the error of pointless case,
Doubt kills hope from all angles, 
And within this state I am still tangled,

Tags: Fear, Hope, Depressing, Faith, Rhyme, Sad,

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A previous user commented on Jan 22, 2018 at 10:10am

now heres a poem I can definitely relate to.......you've worded it beautifully, it really tugs at the soul...x

Fadrian Bartley commented on Jan 22, 2018 at 4:05pm

thanks man appreciate

A previous user commented on Jan 23, 2018 at 6:21am

I'm a wo-man...lol

Jojo Luis commented on Feb 01, 2018 at 6:16am

I like your rhyming style. Much heartache in your words, but there seems to be a lesson in the movements.

Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 01, 2018 at 12:40pm

Sad poem.......not personal..I hope..

Christopher Russon commented on Feb 11, 2018 at 10:39pm

Excelent poem Fadrian hope its not personal exspieriance

A previous user commented on Mar 01, 2018 at 12:37am

I hope you broke out of your walls mate. A good poem that, I felt the same way last year during my engineering exams, I bottled it and ran. Running was the better option at the time I think. You just got to hang in and stomp the day through. :)

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