I thought it was funny
But the mistake
Cost me so much
Why did I do that?
I’ve thrown everything
Away, gone forever
How can I earn
It all back?
I can’t, it will take too
Much to sustain
And I will fail
Like I always do
More problems sprout
Up from the diseased,
Black soils, in the damp
Corners of my mind
And once I address them
Like I thought I was
Supposed to do
It all gets worse
So now I don’t care
My problems never cease
To exist, as they corrupt my
Life, filled with mistakes
Fragments of my
Childhood seem to
Hit the ground
Shattering to splinters
Sprayed with remorse
Then drenched in the fear
What I have becomes
Less, and less
But does the past
Matter? I’ve screwed
The present up
And now I’m a mistake
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Author:
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Comments2
Great write
Thank you very much
You're welcome
Acknowledging your mistakes from the past and correcting them, (which you are doing in this poem)is the way to help obtain a better future, well written poem
Thank you!
You are very welcome
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