Less than content with
the content you're left with
corrupted
with eroded shoulders
worn down by
the weight of your potential
don't believe in fate
if god decides to show its face
suck on your words
here that bitter regret
bruising
test the limits
of your passion
of your trust
one is daunting
the other claustrophobic
to be caged so tightly by anxiety
tortured by the thought of imperfection