I don't care enough to craft this a title

I don't care enough to craft this a title

A Poem by Indra's Child

What have I done to my body
Once upon a time I had a chance
Now I've got nothing left but these shattered remains

Crushing time and cruising lines
My fears ever present in the light of my mind
I'm not so bright, but...

Once upon a time I was a genius kid
I had my life all figured out, but I never did

Anything but f**k it all up
Like an idiot.

Choices, choices...

Once upon a time I had a choice
Now all I've got's a little voice
Telling me to give it up..
It's too hard anyway, you already played this game


And you fucked it all up.

If there are second chances
I'll take mine with suicide
Just give me the ability to remember past lives

I would never relive this one...

© 2019 Indra's Child


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Indra's Child
Indra's Child

Oakland, CA



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I just want to wake up from the dream. "Hi. It's me. I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I imagine you can also feel me. You won't have to search for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hid.. more..

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