Out of Sync

A poignant reflection on losing control and finding peace amid life’s chaos. It speaks of struggle, surrender, and the quiet hope to keep fighting.

There are days that, you can't seem to understand what's going wrong around you

There are days you understand perfectly your life

Some days you have two main course on your plate, and you understand only one

Well that is my world; the world I live in. 

Some days it spins fast and I follow the tide

Some days I get thrown off the planet

Some days we are as slow as a snail

And we need to be somewhere on time

Other days I'm the snail trying to keep up a cheetah

Some days the world is on pause

I can't make it play

Other days I'm on pause

While the world is on fast speed

Some days I want the world to slow down

But it only gets faster

I guess you know what happens when I want it to be fast

I have no control over what goes in my life

And when I do, ever decision I make is wrong

Yet what goes on without control is right

What a world I live in

Torn between desire, will and a chosen path

Never meant to be one piece

Choose one, the others tear you apart

Two or three more, you're are battle ground

You can't choose all unless maybe you desire your grave

All I can say to poor me

Is Sorry, I couldn't make it okay for us now

And little us then

I hope you find a place in your heart to forgive me

For giving up on you, on us, on she, on them, on the world

For hurting you

For disappointing you

But I want you to know

I had no control over what has happened

What is happening 

And what will happened

I live this day and fight with the little broken pieces of ourselves we saved

I only fall when they run out

Prepare

I might come home

I might come home

But if I don't

Please take little us, future us, and past us to meet me in the present

Then gently lay me in the only place man can find peace

I'll keep fighting

Till I give up on life

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

It's important to be efficient with your opening when writing the poetry. Word economy is always important with regards to poetry but especially in those first few lines. Gotta bait the hook with something fast and edible.

[Favour Achile]

Thank you so much for reviewing it. I'll note that down

[Davidgeo]

I'm sorry for not elaborating more, that was kind of s****y hit and run kind of review.

[Favour Achile]

It's okay, I got what you said. The begining should be sharp enough to capture attention with the first few lines. Though that' show I wanted the poem to be. But I get you and Will keep that in view next time