Attempt

The 2 A.M Writer

Loose ends never tied on purpose

Never wanted my lungs to work

But I guess it's something I can't bring myself to end

Almost get aroused crawling through the mud and murk

All I wanted was for myself to stop talking

But I guess even I let myself down

The second and third and forth me all wanted the same thing

But maybe a hidden 5th couldn't let me drown

Only thing to come is a sore neck

Never an absence of recollection or memory

No matter how much dirt this shovel can carry

I can never bring it to bury the rest of me

 

 

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 21st, 2017 01:15
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  • FredPeyer

    A very well written thoughtful poem 2AM. I think we all feel sometimes that we let ourselves down, but by sharing our work here we don't want to bury ourselves, rather rise like a phoenix from the ashes!



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