I'm at one with nature
My learned behaviors
Once brought me to
A place full of anger
Love lost its flavor
When cost of labor
Cut deep like a razor
Hope was my anchor!

Lost in a temper,
The love for myself
Burned in the embers
I needed some help!
I turned to my friends
They heard what I said
The end wasn’t near
It was all in my head

Call it a figment
But who would’ve thought
A little mistake
Would leave me distraught
It seems I forgot
The cream of the crop
Can wither and rot
When the time’s not right

Caught in the spotlight
With nowhere to run
I pray, “Please God.
Help me out of this one”
I can’t see the path
You put me on
When the odds against me
Are slim to none

© Matthew Harlovic