Stop!
I say to myself,
By what means do I stop.
The intention was to broaden my horizons,
Not end up in the twilight zone.
The plan was a quick switch,
A switch to rich.
Instead I'm broke and feeling like tony rich,
And in anger and self loathe I twitch.
No insight,
Follow through when I should hold,
And when I should follow through fold.
I'm out in the cold,
Suffering with no end in sight.
As my debt balloon,
and nobody knows,
Should I turn into a loon,
I'd be at fault for not letting my sorrow show
Stop! I say, hoping for a future brighter day.
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NAVEL GAZING
PoetryNarrator is stuck in a world of regret and sorrow, get a glimpse of what swirl around in his head and his world view
