Written 1/21/23 at 8:24pm
There's no escape and I hate myself for *strikethrough myself for*
I loathe the fact that I honestly thought there would be...
What the fuck was I thinking?!
We've all pondered this.
There was never really any linking [anything] together.
The many evasive dots of senseless research
To tether the nether, so to speak,
Nor being [as in feeling] on the brink of a
Revolutionary mental breakthrough
Mattered at all.
Maybe,
It was all to stall the inevitable.
Not being able to find anything credible
To prevent, to change, or even to
To create such a fate.
No, it wasn't ever true.
It was always impossible...
To directly alter the written outcome
Of anything
Pre-you!
It was already done.
YOU ARE READING
Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
