I'm lost to
life's last lament,
scrabbling to find
the healing
in each fresh torment;
maybe I'm cursed,
for I've been punished
too many times,
for what feels like a million
elusive and nebulous crimes;
and I wish for an ending,
a soulful reprieve,
an inkling of when
these troubles
will eventually leave.
Fragments
By JSextonWrites
Poetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Ins... More