So Much.

a poem about weakness.

So much.
So much for discipline
I find myself
giving in.
No matter
crescent moon
or shade of sun
I take a hand
each open one.

Indifferent to
consequence
I run the road
of indulgence.

So much for
self discipline
I'm open to
the winds
every whim.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Blaise]

i really liked this piece.
"So much for discipline
I find myself
giving in." -----i could relate to this, because i have a hard time saying no. haha good job!

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"No matter
crescent moon
or shade of sun
I take a hand
each open one."

{Nice verse and I can relate to this write--
"indulgence"--she's a pain--great poem!!!}

james:-)