Bedside Poetry 1

A Poem by implicit

some thoughts that keep me up

planning
failing
plan on failing
fail while planning
banning
damning
damned for failing
gnash and wailing
notwithstanding
Jesus's bailing
my soul's damaged
i can't manage

to follow ten rules
i just follow some fools
i need to choose
not make an excuse
it's not like i'm new
i know what to do
and i'm not confused
he gave me the tools
i don't know about you
but i can't afford to lose