How can one person lose everything?
How can everything be gone,
And I still remain?
What God makes a life so empty,
So desolate and cold and dead,
And yet leave one behind?
I knew once of light and love,
Of boisterous party and glee,
And now?
Now what feelings can be made,
Where a life is so noteless,
Dampened and destroyed?
How can a world move on,
When I have lost it all,
And gained nothing?
The life I live is not mine,
But a built and well oilled atrocity,
It's brakes never needed.
So long have I wasted away,
Like a grain in a desert,
I have no place to be.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...
