If I couldn't lift up my mood today,
Who wouldn't drift me away?
Depression always drowns me,
Completion never eludes me,
The perfect things I can imagine,
Dread from reality, it can't exist,
Collision of lies and truth,
Hanging from the very edge of death,
Choosing the wrong choices,
Reasoning the false reasons,
Downgrading every option,
People nowadays can't be predicted,
Who wouldn't be crestfallen?
Desolation devouring me to this very second,
Then it dawned on me, the path we made,
We all chose to be imperfect, and,
I'll be crestfallen 'til now and then, again?
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Erraticness
PoetryPoems. Random words put up. Unsaid thoughts. Hidden stories. Just them, us, and me. --- "Erraticness" By: euphoricskepticism Started: August 11, 2015 - April 2, 2018 #924 in Poetry - 062417-102517 #644 in Poems - 112023
