A Pessimistic Leaf on the MotherF*cking Wind

A Pessimistic Leaf on the MotherF*cking Wind

A Poem by Dennis Shanaberg

All the world’s a sham

And f**k it, I don’t give a damn.

I could be happy doing nothing on my own

Cuz there’s these people that I’ve known

And I’ve always called them friends--

Said they’d be there to the end

But where the f**k are they now

I don’t know.

I’ve lost track of so much and so many

And now I sometimes fear I don’t have any

One to share this with

This dirty little life

That I’ve made with loss and lies.

One day I will die all alone

With every single thing that I have ever known.


I’m a whisper in the dark world

I’m a shadow in the night

I’m a leaf on the wind

Blowing away into the skies

This’ll be my final flight.

Oh-This is my last night.


I have had a lot of mistakes

Eaten that which those seeds had made

The bed I sleep in 

Is one that I made with my sin.

And I’m okay with this I’ll say again

That I’m nothing more than the places I’ve been

The people I’ve done, and the things I’ve seen--

And maybe all my dreams

But those I’ve yet to achieve.

And the more I see of me

The less I think those are more likely.

Could call it pessimism

But I’m a sorry guy.

Who likes the night time

Cuz he hates the light.


I’m a whisper in the dark world

I’m a shadow in the night

I’m a leaf on the mother f*****g wind

Blowing away into the skies

This’ll be my final flight.

Oh-This is my last night.

This’ll be my final lie,

I think this is where I die.

© 2013 Dennis Shanaberg


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Dennis Shanaberg
Dennis Shanaberg

Mentor, OH



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