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Jun 2016
i just let myself rust and die
over and over again
i retain nothing that allows me to sustain myself

life?
don't care for it

i feel like i have nothing
not even a candy bar
something so simple
something i could have easily prepared
if i cared

it ***** that this is my path
if i don't ask or help i'll continue to whither

my resources will be lost
my health will continue to deteriorate

and if i don't build my intimate connections
expand upon them
devote myself
i'll end up alone

why has this been my path?
Written by
Keenon Brice  Baltimore
(Baltimore)   
156
   Paridhi Sharma
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