Almost died, hard to admit
Cursed whispers brought me
To the barn, where I tried to end it
Thought it'd be easier
Than living in strife
To embrace the abyss
Felt worse about failing
Couldn't even do that right
Seems it's good I was bad at knot tying
Looking back, six years ago
I was a fool, scared and angry
Life had killed me in a way, made me hollow
I'm glad I failed
Only fourteen
So much of life left to unveil
Would've never felt love's tender kiss
Never would've smoked, or felt another
Would've never found my passion
Is fate real?
Predetermined paths
I wasn't meant to die
Six years on, happy and healthy
I think somewhere along the way
I was brought back to life too
My own man
Free from then
But with no plan
But I know at least
I'll be better
Then any of them
Life is mine
I'll make it great
I'll treat others right
Make money
Make something of myself
Start a family
Thankful for my second chance
My own lazarus
Turned me into a better man
- 1/4/20
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Garrulous
PuisiA collection of poems based around whatever was running through my mind at the time. Whether it be my life experiences or just a dumb idea I thought of. Feel free to hop around to whatever poem catches your eye, they vary widely in tone and theme. I...
