I gave up
and I gave in.
I caved from the pressure,
and most benign of stress.
I fractured,
I broke the plate.
My cornucopia of delicious,
has no nutrition for my soul.
Meekly I settle for meager.
Weekly, I’ll settle for less.
At least this way I can breath within-
-the full expansion of my chest.
This way I can safely save-
What little sanity I have left.
So to you, maybe I’m a failure.
Maybe it’s true, but monetary designations do not reign in my mind.
For love and life defines the greatest of wealth.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
I gave up
and I gave in.
I caved from the pressure,
and most benign of stress.
I fractured,
I broke the plate.
My cornucopia of delicious,
has no nutrition for my soul.
Meekly I settle for meager.
Weekly, I’ll settle for less.
At least this way I can breath within-
-the full expansion of my chest.
This way I can safely save-
What little sanity I have left.
So to you, maybe I’m a failure.
Maybe it’s true, but monetary designations do not reign in my mind.
For love and life defines the greatest of wealth.
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