Worth

I can see the end coming-my life has flashed before my eyes,

And I know that it wasn’t worth living.

I fell away from the world, and though I put forth my best tries,

I have failed and the effort wasn’t worth giving.

 

Termites eat at shackles, as ants tear into the meat,

Gravity conquers anatomy and my own will has me beat.

Failure is freedom, the lucrative privilege of defeat,

Soliloquys of enmity remain where I once took my seat.

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Very melancholoy poem with a darkness in your pen.
Feels at times as if we have given our all only for nothing..
but we haven't .. as this poem indicates you have the ability to touch souls.

Chloe

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Ah, the way you dance with words old friend^ Angst still rules you it seems, nonetheless it is only a product of the artist, and a skilled one at that^

-Dream