Written March 10th, 2020 at 11:30pm
Count the days
As plentiful as the black sheep.
Awaken a dream destiny
From the most peaceful
And deepest of serene sleep.
Weep when forlorn,
Happily mourn for joy.
It's no ploy.
You've made it.
Chips ahoy!
From a girl into a goddess
A boy into a man
Approaching the classy lady
With the exotic fan.
Each birth breeds a unique brand
Sometimes, with equal opportunities
To be ostentatiously grand.
Feel the warm sands on the
Tropical beach stuck between your toes.
Feel all of your worst woes.
Wash it away from the shore
To the distant seas
Permanently.
Set the spirit growing inside of you free
To surely embrace what one needs
Versus what one wants and desires.
Don't taunt the universe.
It's ultimately up to you
To put you first.
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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...
