The Homeward Journey - A Book of Poems

by SaxPon3

Halfway

"Halfway"

Who am I, if I’m not who I want me to be?
Blinded by failures, I cannot win.
I cannot even start to see,
That to be halfway is the greatest sin.

My life, like fire and ice,
Forever contained and conflicted.
The defeat grips like a vice,
Squeezing my lungs, constricted.

Love, so close, yet so far
Crawls away, from the cold in my heart.
The bitterness is as black as tar,
So much so that not even a spark can start.

To be halfway is an immortal haunt,
Forever following, its face is gaunt.

Comments

[The Scribophiliac]

I read 'fire and' somewhere in there, and then my brain just got stuck on "Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost.