Woe, Myself and IA Poem by Re-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 AuthorRe-PeteBoston, 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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