Tuesday, November 17

wreck of the day




















[mine]
you're searching but have found no satisfaction,
you're grasping but your prize slips through your hands.
you string together precious golden mem'ries
and treasure every single gilded strand.

the desperation in your voice is blatant, 
and in your actions your despair shows through.
but will you let this battle be your downfall,
when there's so much that is unharmed left in you?

you're like a drunkard, wasting priceless moments
stumbling around, and sleeping though he wakes.
and just as senseless dogs return to vomit,
a fool are you, reliving your mistakes.

wake up and smell the coffee, precious cripple.
find feet again, and stand to go your way!
it's difficult, frustrating, and unsettling - 
but you will live to love another day.

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