When all seems lost, often a bitter after-taste wells up in the back of your throat reminding you of past mistakes… and how different it would be without those horrible decisions.
I wish things were different,
I wish my life had meaning.
I wish this note was positive,
I wish for feeling.
Sometimes I like myself,
Sometimes I’m free,
Sometimes I down myself,
Sometimes I flee.
I often blunder,
Often asunder,
I often wonder,
Often wander.
I sense nothing,
I sense pain.
I sense something,
I sense the same.
My disdain for life is tragic,
My disdain for Hell worse.
My disdain for liars is savage,
My disdain for Love is forced.
My mind is trapped in cynicism,
Always wrapped in criticism.
Whether self or external,
Neither wealth is eternal.
Saying things which rhyme,
saying things that chime,
saying things on time,
saying things right… not I.
I am a mistake,
I am a fault.
I am a huge fake,
I am a dolt.
This may seem unbearable,
it may seem undue,
this may seem terrible,
it may seem true.
This dire need of life,
is in need of a new start.
This dire feed of strife,
needs not a new heart.
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