I've been staring at the man in the mirror until I can learn to love him,
As life becomes grim
And the light goes dim
I try not to fall
For I don't know how to swim,
Because even if I could I'd drown
In my own sorrow
But mostly 'cause of the most unpredictable tomorrow
I then frown as I remember,
Remember the pain,
The loss
Loss of my best friend
But who cares if he's gone
By now everyone expects me to smile
To, to get over it
Like his passing didn't take a bit of my heart
And I may now be in a pit
That I can't climb out of
All I do is watch the passing dove
Then am knocked back to the real world
In such a twirl
I might hurl
That I lost much
In such a way that everyday I crave attention
But only feel neglected, hated, and forgotten
So here I am again, in the bathroom
Door locked
I reach for the glock then I,
I take one last glance at the man in the mirror and try not to kill him...
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Depressing Rounds
PoetryWell as it seems life is a terrible burden yet it also is a great present. In Depressing Rounds I tried to encap life moments (good and... mostly bad) into a series of poems. When I first started writing this I intended to just make a series of Depr...
