Writing for a plan

I write these words
To have my soul pour
The poverty of negativity harasses me
Daily lessons learned
As mistakes christening my thoughts
There is soo much fight left in me
But I feel like im empty with nothing left in me
I look to the world for sympathy
But im ignored in this life
And it feels like Im without light
How can I make my wrongs right?
How can I make it through another night
With night crippling my resting senses
In the day time Im senseless without rest
Nothing makes sense
So i dont expect you to understand
To show you whats coiling
In my head is my only plan

poem by Jaycee Wilkerson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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