What if,
by the time I am forty
all I have are black curtains
preventing sunlight
from coming in;
or a full-time job
on a minimum wage?
What if I lose all
my possession in a fire
caused by a cigarette
I didn't put out properly;
what if all my files
were wiped out
due to faulty hardrive?
Would love still show
it's face around these parts?
Or would love walk
around wounded, looking
to score a fix?
Does redemption
exist for a man
with guilt-ridden fists?
A man with nothing to lose,
and nothing to gain
once the world ends.
What if by the time I'm fifty,
all the progress I made
regresses, and the house
I built collapses,
and every detail
I kissed with *****
chapped lips,
loses it's preciousness?
If I don't let go of the past now,
it only repeats itself over
and over in the present.
The current state of events
is last year's confession.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC
What if,
by the time I am forty
all I have are black curtains
preventing sunlight
from coming in;
or a full-time job
on a minimum wage?
What if I lose all
my possession in a fire
caused by a cigarette
I didn't put out properly;
what if all my files
were wiped out
due to faulty hardrive?
Would love still show
it's face around these parts?
Or would love walk
around wounded, looking
to score a fix?
Does redemption
exist for a man
with guilt-ridden fists?
A man with nothing to lose,
and nothing to gain
once the world ends.
What if by the time I'm fifty,
all the progress I made
regresses, and the house
I built collapses,
and every detail
I kissed with *****
chapped lips,
loses it's preciousness?
If I don't let go of the past now,
it only repeats itself over
and over in the present.
The current state of events
is last year's confession.
