Written August 3, 2019, at 12:06 am EST
An idle mind is the devil's workshop.
My grandmother still says this.
Boredom and I constantly meet as if
We have a binding contract.
These are facts, indeed.
Like an unwritten cursed creed
With no known origins.
As my lonely heart
May unwillingly confess,
Truly longing to believe it all to be
A test of my strength and will
As I digress from the stress of it all.
Still appalled as if this were a new instance.
Surprised when things go askew and
I chuckle lightly as the guest of honor
At the party, I never intended to go to.
Is this what everyone is facing?
I wonder.
To possibly die today and live a life decaying?
Dreams unfulfilled on that fateful day
When your last breath is released.
When it may be too late?
Be free!
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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...
