#sosorry
Please don't
Broken bits don't get to go home,
Shatterd skulls no longer yaw
Skin cut and flayed does not fall.
Mearly drips,
The essence of my life flows.
I am in less control of this.
Then a river controls its bends
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
There is no wound like regret,
a festering infection
lingering long past initial cut.
A reminder of its infliction.
Of failed attempts to change course.
Of time squandered
on madness masked as problems.
Of a way once clear and easy to follow.
Now untended, and overgrown,
With pitfalls to spare.
Once surrounded by companions in travel,
Now only a few broken remain;
Too weak, and sick, to clear the path again
So we sit, and obsess,
on festering infections
While the weeds continue to grow.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
We all should live to be 109
38 years is just not enough time
His soul that was once a gold mine
Got tangled with wrong devine
Heat rate a faded flat line
Responsibility I take as mine
Now you'll be buried
Never to marry
This burden I'll carry
The void you leave is scarry
Im so sorry Sr
They'll all say it happened because of her.
C.K Orzen
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 7:00 PM UTC