Laying against the stone wall I wonder. Is there such thing as love, as happiness, or is life doomed to be full of betrayal, abandonment, and hate. I've done my fair share of all three and I can hardly see the good deeds that used to represent me. Lust consumed me, Regret has swallowed me, and sarrow assaults me. Sometimes death sounds like a tempting relief, sometimes I see the stream of pain on my face. Looking down into the water I can see my face. It's wicked and twisted from sin, from the pain I've caused others, of the life's I've nearly ended for my self righteous determination. Humility was bliss, now it is pain. I here people sing of second chances, where was mine? We're is the relief I've prayed for. I've committed betrayal against those who trusted me. Flipping a coin flip into the open faced basion, I make a wish. A pray for forgiveness, a pray for protection.
The wishing well's base was over flowing with coins, a entire city's purse played at the bottom. Each for an unanswered prayer.
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Happy and Derranged
AcakI'm going to be writing a series of stories, hopefully all pretty short. They will show my frustration with life and the people around me. They'll also show what interests me.
