Wasted TimeA Poem by WooddawgLearned and schooled, life turns out Bruised and battered, damaged throughout Come off a cynic, right down to the bone Wounds from the past won't leave me alone.
Living in darkness, life's turned rough Down and out and I've had enough The pain it hurts and nothing moves me Without sedation's disguise, I loathe me.
It's wasted time....left foot right! This hatred owns me....I kill tonight!
All sense of trust been burnt to the ground The tightest spring I have wound I lie to myself, and say it ain't real But I'm a gaping gash that just won't heal.
Retreat to solitude, I run and I hide Can not run from what is inside The pain it hurts and it consumes me Shut my eyes, I loathe me.
It's wasted time....left foot right! Hope escapes me....do I die tonight?
© 2011 Wooddawg
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Added on February 4, 2011Last Updated on February 4, 2011 |