With soothing vibes, I absorb rough terrain,
With comforting hands, I accumulate pain,
With the clearest of skies, I stand in the rain,
With any unique idea, it always comes out plain,
With perfect opportunities, I fail like no other,
With the simplest comment, my words all studder
With the greatest distance, I still seem to smother,
With every one and only, there's always another,
With all of my knowledge, there are many flaws,
With each connection made, relation withdraws,
With bonds that appear, I'm separated by walls
With any height I climb, my elevation quickly falls,
With every last word written down ,pages are still empty,
With so much here to read, nothing important would you see,
With your eyes and your mind, I know you'll disagree,
Because this poem I just wrote, was written about me.
©justin_ur
J