Dreading my days
Lump in my throat
Feeling lesser than yesterday
Walking through this constant, never-ending bore
That pays a wage
That earns me nothing but pain
Coming up short
Shorter than before
Something has to give
It’ll be my health
This I know
Too poor to live
Just right to die
A cry for help, they’ll say
If they knew what true words ran through my head
Wrong as always, they will be
It’s a cry for change
One that will drown with the rest
Bottles to the ocean floor
Dust yourself off
And hustle back to the way of life
The way of life
That is no way of living
How do we fall asleep at night
When our worst nightmares are just inches from us?
Poetry
Love Is A Complicated Thing
Love comes
But it goes
I keep looking at the board wondering where it went wrong
Did I not act
Did I not say
Did I stand by
When I should have left
Act in a way that isn’t in my forte
Play a card from my deck
Which would have lost me the game either way
Those who have
Say it’s an easy thing
But if this is so
Then why am I still alone?
We Miss Them
Tonight we shall love them
The ones no longer among
Stuck in our minds
Living out the past
Adding more to conversation then we had
We miss them
We wish we could hold them
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Would You Like Me Any Better?
I wish
I dream
I fret
Deep breaths
I feel like I’m set to fail this test
Close my eyes
Hope the best
I’m getting older
Feeling like I ain’t getting better
Falling behind a game
That is meant
Spent
Pinned against any luck I should have
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