Woe, Myself and IA Poem by PeteSorry but sometimes you just have to let it out.I threw a pity party and no one came. The invitations came back to me marked 'undeliverable - return to sender'. I would need a step stool just to be dog waste under someone's shoe. I went to Church and the angels looked down and said, "Him again, yeah right". I'm so smart that I'm dumb. The schmuck who ran amok. I spent a dime trying to save a nickel. I stood on the edge of the pier and looked down; at least my spit had enough sense to hurl itself downward into the water. The devil came to take his pound of flesh, but I was all out, so he had to take a rain check instead. On the way out, he took another chunk of my soul just for kicks. I hold onto the edge by my fingertips. I am humanity's cesspool. Society's doormat. The Midas touch turning things to excrement instead of gold. I tried to make lemonade with the lemons life handed me but I had no water, only tears. Both were too acidic and they didn't mix well. I'm the kid with a hole in his trick-or-treat bag. The guy you cut in front of at the coffee shop. My cup's always half empty. In my head, I put God on trial. Where have you been, why don't you help me? Who, what, where, when why and how? I held myself in contempt. Case dismissed. What did I do wrong? What's taking so long? Why can't you see? Woe is me. What is my life for? Don't I matter anymore? Is your word just a lie? Woe, Myself and I . . .
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9 Reviews Added on December 22, 2016 Last Updated on January 14, 2017 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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