I do not know who is true or who is not,
Or who will make it through to me or have me shot,
Could I take my life and live in euphoria or rot,
Should I shake mentally to this thought,
Would I make silently my resolve,
I fall raking up leaves this fall,
What is the point of life if I hate myself,
Shut my mind and appoint my strife as worth and wealth,
Strut around,ignoring signs, and selling me for what sells,
Stuck on those who disjoint my pride and leave me a shell
Crux on me, Me on a crux, nails through my loins and forgiveness hardfelt
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Too Many Eccentricly Boring Poems, But Lovely Nonetheless
PoetryI'll be posting my poems I write and/or have written. Love some feedback. I can always do better and might redux any that people think could be better. I hope you enjoy the poems.
