Ruined Myself

Maybe it's how I was raised,

No eyes in a world that feeds on the bilnd,

The nail to be pounded by the hammer,

Locked in a terrible room,

On the cutting table,

I was given the sky and I only saw the clouds,

I'm afraid I don't much deserve this life any longer.

allets's picture

suffering - self-induced -

suffering - self-induced - you feel the way you make you feel

sadness - grief induced for loss and hopes wilted

pain - the product of living, a side street often visited

madness - the perpetual state of existence measure per human

blind - the ability to see the nothing out there

depression - a deep deep dark hole.


I love your titles - very rich fodder for poetry - allets -