Thoughts of giving up are running throughout my head constantly.
My reflection in the mirror is the only thing stopping me.
There is no greater enemy than I myself, repeating my past transgressions, and itching for wealth.
There was once a time where I use to thirst for knowledge.
There was once a time where I did things with a pure heart, and with love and compassion.
Peacefully piecing together poems to escape from my madness.
Adventuring off to place where pain did not exist. Poetry was life, but the murderer kept killing it.
Over, and over again, the sharpened knife operated with precise, precision.
And I was the orchestrator conducting the killing.
They say cats have 9 lives, but you must have millions.
Because I have tossed you off so many high buildings.
I'm sorry.
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My Daily Poetic Wonders
PoesiaI am challenging myself to be great at my craft. If I want to be the best, I must have the best work effort. So this project will be daily poems ranging from different topics. This will be like a poetry diary so to speak. I will try my best to post...
