#self-poems
I'm terrible at times...
So,
I try and salvage what verve remains
after curbing the chaos of my thoughts
to make up for the atrocity
that is me.
Then, I'm not so terrible.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
After I thought it through
the stigma felt abused
I cycled through the minds of others
exposing their consensus to my senses
for better or worse, I don't discriminate
I do, however, hate
without a second thought
suddenly, void of reason
in passing or in wait I would
indifferently abuse the scarred stature
what remained was waste
letting me think is a sin
there is no god who can forgive my mind
not that I condone the plundering of others
it's just that my father will never know.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC