Becoming?A Poem by WooddawgOnce believed twice deceived fell far from myself.
Where have I gone? What am I now? Memorabilia on a shelf?
Reflections in the mirror, barely resembled me.
Sickness in my thoughts, a hole in my heart, defeated, on my knees.
Memories and blackouts collide, Sift through the crud..
Friends and foes I watched them drink my blood.
More alone than I'd ever felt, I walked the endless mile Now searching for a meaning, and for a truth beyond a drunken smile. I may not find, I may not learn, I may not get things straight. But no longer will I spend my time becoming what I hate! © 2018 Wooddawg |
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Added on October 2, 2011 Last Updated on March 7, 2018 |