Want to write a lasting note
Filled and designed to do, to demand
A truthful fantasy, fictional, transparent
To whom who's soul views upon
Introducing this kindred fool of no deed

Want, is need, to do, is leading
Following the view that hindsight brings
As I have, others coming may choose so
Diverting familiar tragedy as such
This I do, I know so candidly posting
Forever to my given name, my very reputation
Any and all I have hurt, my secrets to last
Passed the breaths I am blessed

Here at last, I am, I have owned,
Confessed, choices, wrongs
Exercised demons that in truth won
The secret decision, spiritual war done

I wanted to do, or to say
Struggles are not beautiful
There are those so clothed in light
Sweet, polite, white and designed
For purposed kindness to whom
Write senseless, confusion dressed
And sold to none as poems
By a simple mind, a riddled mind,
One trying to decide what is theirs
That defines, describes, the reasons
And poorly made decisions they
In their life, waisted and chased away
The dwindling supply of the good
And right, the truths, one will own

I am tired. I am trying. I am... That one.

I, want to do right. I wish I could try over.
But I am certain that my attempt again is useful to myself alone.

To be fondly seen

Others more than yet
Assemblies

of even more sums
reach new apex figures

Instantaneous, status we
Long so inwardly

upon Greater
scaled egos

As
gas to open flame

Drawing substance from
Pixel poor
illustrated fingers

Labeled as act
of
once meaningful
Once as
like

alas the day
like
Itself lost

all genuine meaning
Now goes that

mouthed sound
To join
friend or its plural

Causing contemplation
ponderous
In scale though
be it my own
How long another has
now

Self.
Or,
purpose.
Reason.

Words we mistreated.