A Sentiment of Me Poem, by DeadDuck, at My poetic side

Havoc sometimes feels much contrived

Yet it's not chaos of what I've survived

I'm internally depraved

The labels do not seep through me, but are engraved

I can look at my existence as a malicious mistake

My tears turn to blood, but not coordinated enough to form a lake

If the love around me isn't real, I know my being is a mistake

I can't be truly corrupt

I do have morals, but they can turn baleful

I'm still finding myself like them around me

I want to achieve, but I'm torn, for I am unsure if alive or dead is what I want to be.

Comments +

Frank Prem July 8th, 2017 02:24
DD, I got a little lost in the rhyme scheme in this piece. It seemed to stray at the end?
kevin browne July 8th, 2017 04:29
stay strong my friend.

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