(This poem was a draft that I picked over. I can’t currently find a total rewrite, so I am putting the draft on here as it was edited.)
Sometimes I can’t find my way home so I sit here feeling sorry myself
Feeling like I should leave.
Winter rolls around
I want to die
Gotta quit drinking
Gotta quit jacking off
The jedi needs focus.
I’ve been in such a moody state.
It’s not cool.
Gotta chill out / Gotta kick this rock in my path
Kick it the hell out of the way.
Don’t want to be down for the rest of my life
I just got in a rut the last few years
Learn from the past instead of making new mistakes
Pick my dusty ass off the ground
Quit projecting my frustration on to others.
Need to dry up
Need to clear the mind
Need to read
One of these days, I need to sleep.
I am a voice that needs to be expressed.
I need to be cool
like I always was before.
Everything will come my way.
Forget the trivial.
It’s all livin’.
It could end tomorrow.
Live right today.
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I am a sucker for good poetry. I am a complete sucker for YOUR poetry. Keep this comin! ^^^^