My Fight Poem by Rusty Ed Gibson

My Fight



I wake up each morning
fighting a battle to live
sometimes the fight
is more than I can give

it has started to spill out
where others can see
this struggle for life
going on inside of me

My eyes tear up
and I began to crumble
as I have to get up
and face this rumble

the pain rips through me
like I am sitting still
it takes me to me knees
I no longer want to feel

This fight to the finish
is gonna finish me
nobody wants to hear
what is silently killing me

No one wants to know
of my fight to stay alive
just put on a smile
as they walk on by

My burden is too heavy
for any of them to carry
way too messy
way too scary

They don't want to hear
of my pain or my fear
just that I can hold up
my end of their year

I am gonna dry my eyes
turn my frown upside down
act like a tough guy
and just clown around

If you ever see me
where you think I shouldn't be
I may be fighting demons
that no one else can see

Monday, December 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: struggle
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