Monday, November 14, 2016

The good, the bad, and the poetry

As I live in this hell
She seems to be near
Living and breathing
Her own fucking life here

As I live in this hell
Ive got to move passed it
In order to find
A way out of this shit

As I live in this hell
My heart seems to ache
With every glance of her face
Or even her namesake

As I live in this hell
I'm reminded and sad
The loving, the stupid
And the hurt that I've had

As I live in this hell
It's time I must go
Forced into the dark
I trudge along slow

As I live in this hell
She will not rule me
Day in and day out
It's time I break free