Comfort Zone Poem by Duncan Ramashitja

Comfort Zone
My comfort zone sounds more chilled like a saxophone, It's the kind of painful situation I chose to own, so success kept on calling but I hung up the phone....Scared of the unknown, I simply forgot that I had a backbone, So I Throw the blame, 'cause I was afraid of change I remained the same, Done, can(Duncan) that's my name.... It took a downfall to break it down....And a Pro to make a noun, .... so my heart made a sound reminding me that I'm still around, I haven't died yet... but I'm still sad... sometimes more mad to myself....It took me more questioning to tap the Amygdala, and more than a painkiller, to sustain my pain.... so I felt insane And procrastinate, coz I wasn't really intimate with myself... so my pride fallen off the shelves, and Success walked passed me while I worry about tomorrow, What if I fail? , is it even possible? Nobody ever did it before what makes me special? I enjoyed the zone... before I realized when it was too late that my comfort zone is just an Iceberg that needs to be broken, So I paid attention to the words that were spoken.... And played my part to pick myself up When things fall apart.....
my comfort zone....my best friend sometimes my worst enemy.....
The Zone......