Poems

Poem 1 - a problem one can fix

I sit and ponder why am I a catalyst of my own destruction

I am aware of many ways that I can be fixed

I know how but refuse to attempt to

as I sit and ponder I must remind myself that this is my own fault

Forever digging a bigger hole where I will one day bury myself in both envy and hate

So that maybe when I am gone a beautiful flower will bloom where I once was

devoid of all my problems

It will be free to live

It will be free to fly

It will be free to be what I never was

And never will be

Good enough