I’m the bringer of my misery.
I'm the bringer of my pain.
I'm the bringer of my bastarding.
I'm the bringer of my shame.
I'm the bringer of my pestilence.
I'm the bringer of my doubt.
Guess all the shit I brought myself
I'm just now finding out.
~I.S.~
- Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 8th, 2023 00:31
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: GenXer Shamrocker ☘️
Comments2
A very reflecting and meaningful poem. Nice write!
Thank you!
I mean, a lot does mess with us
in our path
So with introspection, always good
to offer ourselves a sip of empathy
for ourselves..
but yeah, truth is
a lot we could have saved ourselves
from in life
if we could just take accountability
for our part in all of it..
(wise words, dear Poet
still
don't be too harsh with yourself
trust me, the world
is plenty harsh enough, on you
on all of us..
stay strong!
Yes.. forgiveness of self is usually the hardest.
In due time.
Thank you!
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