I can't do anything
Lists, steps, guides,
All fail, all fall
I live as a worthless man, one of the worst of men:
A jobless, insane hermit living with his mother.
With no loved ones, and no life worth living,
Why turn down Death, that sonorous coquette?
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AnxiousMane (
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- Comment from author about the poem: it's too far gone, my mind is too warped to make anything worthwhile out of my life. what kind of man can't hold down a job at a CVS just because some guy walks in and says he'll kill him for not giving him cigarettes?
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
but you sure can express yourself, dear kindred soul
we've all been between jobs, and but also,
all felt the high of that promotion,
we've all had car crashes
but then,
immersed ourselves in the smell of our brand new car..
in short, Disaster strikes - often
for some of us,
but we also know, just like we've done before
if we hold-on a little longer
we'll be lost in those rare
'good times' of life,
try not to compare yourself to societies ideal's
instead, give introspection a chance
and truthfully ask yourself
how much of your current situation can you really change or effect?
and what would those changes merit, as tangible influences
to your future's trajectory?
ask yourself the simple questions, with sincerity
gather your answers, and build something with strong foundations, not easily effected
by the abundance of random F'ckry
in the world!
all the best, dear poet
Gramercy for your thoughtful response! I'll do my best
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