Weak

My camera bag lies under the bed
From when I was going to be an artist
And known by people everywhere

My bible sits on my desk
A remnant from when I was going to find God
But the path is long abandoned and dust gathers

I look around and see myself surrounded
Surrounded by the things I should have been

The weight machine looms in the corner
Back when I wanted to be strong
Now it just stands as if to mock me

I should have been strong
In body and soul

I should have reached for all I could
To show the world what I can do

But I am weak
I am tired
I am alone