I’ve always been that body That would just sit back and observe Another guy that’s so lucky To take a woman I’ve tried to deserve
I find myself looking at a mirror Searching for fragments in my skin Why can I not find the inner warrior That can take what I should win
All I see is my injuries The stress engraved on my forehead Limbs so frail; I’m weak at the knees My mind is a fired warhead
It was her that I fully desired How could I be too late? It’s like I was too deluded or wired Before she concluded my fate
We’ve all got scars I know that much But we can die at any time So what’s the rush?
I just want this year to be done Quick like it’s already been I cannot recall it being fun Hurry up twenty nineteen
I wonder what the future brings Will I explore or stay alike? I’ll wake in January as the songbird sings Before I set on my hike
This Year... what a year it's been? It's gone qucikly hasn't it? This poem is the newest creation from the hatch and is about my perspective of how 'this year' has been. In the poem I speak about certain events that took place throughout the course of the year, my literal thoughts while going through traumas [fifth paragraph] and questions for the future as I really REALLY don't like the month of Decemeber [hence why I'm realeasing this on the last day of November]. ---- Hope You Enjoy This Poem...! What Do You Think? Comment & Let Me Know! ----