Written June 15, 2019, at 2:40 am EST
"My heart bleeds when I stab my pen in. It can either be a dull or sharp end... depending." -LaLa Leo
Scarcity is not life.
True malice hotly bubbled to the surface
As the seemingly endless piles
Of strife built up sky high.
A soul-less, desolate hostage is in hold up!
And, it is me!
Cold cell foundation once
Held this increasingly frail frame up.
Against my will.
It's always so abrupt
When you're finally set free.
Woe was never me!
Or anyone else for that matter...
An expired dark cocoa candy assortment.
It is never as inherently sweet.
If you, unfortunately, happened to miss a beat,
It was all an inadvertent dream.
Nothing was ever as it simply seemed.
Luck was the highest acrobatic beam
To never ever truly reach what was destined to be.
By extraordinary means,
Never break or lean!
Just stay serene.
The guardian angels will always convene.
Don't fiend for anything that you can't reciprocate.
Be patient and wait.
It's not too late
After all.
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...
