Sitting Stagnant

A rondeau

(Photo by Linford Miles on Unsplash)

It seems unfair that I’m stuck here

breathing, wasting this precious air

for I’ve no motivation to move

and do what it takes to improve

and if I’m honest, I don’t care.

Why try when I’ve gotten nowhere?

Sick of this forced smile I wear-

why should I dispossess my truth?

It seems unfair.

I’ve fought so hard over the years

and I see it now crystal clear-

I’ll never win so what’s the use?

I don’t deserve this precious air-

it seems unfair.