My soul is locked,
	Ina seemingly eternal turmoil.
I must only do what is right’
	Ignoring my hopes and desires.

Others around me show no remorse,
	Placing themselves first,
Thriving on my servitude and sacrifices,
	Ignoring my pain, needs and loneliness.

Most all don’t see my efforts,
	They are expected of me.
No thanks, no appreciation.
	My feelings? There must not be any.

Can I continue to walk this path?
	Will my soul allow it?
I fear I will break and wither,
	From ignoring myself

Roy Richard
July 2023