Poetic Reflections #12

Written ~ (05/30/26) · Published ~ (Unpublished)

Uploaded ~ (07/03/26)

Good morning to my past
All the dreams, the goals, that didn't last

If I were more handsome, or better prepared
Maybe the suffering I would be spared

Some have it—the finances, the wealth…
the family, the perfect health

I have a drought of existence
All energy chasing dreams, now spent

What the hell am I doing now?
I hate it all so much anyhow

My little dreams, and my little goals
Just crumbled as they tried to unfold

The one joy I had I still sought...
All the joy, that she brought...

Could not be anything more
What left is there, worth fighting for?