The ruination of a twenty minute piece,
only two stanzas in verse but a  Michelangelo
of verse, but in full discontent it crashed
and my art became white washed into oblivion...

I swigged three vodkas at the nothingness that
stared back, there are some that are creations
never to be repeated, an amnesia of vison
but all I got was a 502 reload **** that...

At peace were moments now pieced together
through emotions were now threw in confusion.
of missed reflection like a mist now clearing.
Dew drops hung on my mind due to lingering contemplation.

Am i okay with being another peice of societys puzzle? just to be lost in the folds of this old couch and never find my spot ? I want more ... I want to be remembered.. I want to be something bigger than what people settle for .. but i keep following the same stupid plot ...