Wasted

Introverted Sage

The self control it takes
To not destroy this place. 

Tell karma to her face
The world has filled me with hate.
Call it destiny or fate.
Pulled further from the gate. 
Stuck in my mind - or stuck in this place. 
A complete disgrace. 
Nothing goes right - moving quick or moving with haste.
But I got a good taste
As my life goes to waste. 

~I.S.~

  • Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 12th, 2024 01:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: 08.2023.09
  • Category: Unclassified
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