The Ruined Path

We all have days where life feels like it's gone to waste...

"Someday you are going to die

With no one to hold on to and no one to cry.

You are going to perish alone on the bed of your death,

Uttering foul words as your last dying breath..."

You seem to have chosen the path of a broken man.

You certainly have been caught with innocent blood on your hands.

Yet the penance you pay for the way you behave

Is as clear and plain as the name carved on your grave.

You are suckling the teat of pure regret,

Fueling yourself with things you know you would fret.

Monsters still lurk inside of your soul

And if you do not soothe them, they will eat you whole.

You seem to have chosen the path of a ruined man,

Whose problems appear smaller than a lone grain of sand,

Yet whose miserable life is as obvious as the sun

And everyday is a day to run.

Run from your demons, the ones inside!

But how can you run when it is in you that they hide?

Your voice seems content but your heart is not.

You have become distressed by the battles you've fought.

You seem to have chosen death;

A pitiful one as cold as your breath.

You never wanted to jump and fall,

But the demons inside helped through it all.

Author's Note

It's a vent of some sorts about how people live double lives...

Reviews

[InsanityWriter]

I really like the topic of this, and I enjoyed reading your poem. Keep up the good work! ;)

[T. W. Hirsch]

Thank you very much for your kind words :)