Generation Next Poem by Ceri Naz

there are howling frustrations
dumping your feet
closing the windows of hope
and no one gives a hand
because you're tired
of breathing expectations but unrealized
thinking you're a weakling
that stops you becoming the best
that blurs your mind
that hoards your goals
that drowns you to jinx and unpleasant
that knocks you down again
that kills your inspiration
making you feel you're losing another stair
of what you desire
as you gamble
for the real time
for the nth time
for the next time
up to this time,
you are here
standing

with your wholeness.