I don’t want to be here
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This is another poem I wrote at work. I start out by saying I don’t want to be here …..b/c i was working on my day off….the rest of the poem just came to me no reason behind it…….enjoy I don’t know what is wrong with me. I don’t want to be here and my purpose is not in my grasp. I am blind and the road before me is uncertain. These walls that surround me of hatred and sin consume my being and I’m left with nothing. Even the bones that make-up my collective body have turned against me. My mind deceives me and allows me to have no control of what I do or think. My tongue is sharp and it kills when unleashed and leaves it’s victims in shreds with no hope of ever recovering. I have lost all sense of what I love and want nothing to do with no other persons. I fear for others. I fear for myself. I am my own worst enemy. And I hide in the misery I built. These walls of hatred and sin, is where I will die. How I have mistreated other is coming back. Their pain hunts me down and will not rest until I am found. I will stay here in the pit of hell and the abyss of no remorse. My last breath will be in agony. I have no mercy, no hope, no cause……death is my only escape. |
