I am my own worst enemy.
Christ the savior
Though far from the first entity.
Woeful in my worst behavior
Cannabis the cursed remedy.
I am not who I pretend to be.
Nights spent soul searching.
My heart and soul is hurting.
Years passed with regretful reminiscence
Vincent uses verses to defend his best.
Each year I grow older.
Each tear my heart will grow colder.
Anger at a random
Creates a stranger and a phantom.
Friends’ faces shifted something major.
Thinking I can’t stand him.
Mom died; Shoulda, coulda, woulda.
I shelved the sorrow and stood up.
Still have those nights
Her eyes & those lights
Dimmed and I knew.
Back in high school
VMoney made me wonder how am I cool,
Everyone came with curses making life cruel.
Their comments are why these bare sonnets
Seem to show an honest lack of solace.
Few name it poetry; not sure what to call this.
It is when the ball hits
2019; Sad boy craves happiness to be all his.
My heart and mind are so calloused.
I’m a constant lit fuse.
I refuse to let me choose
Allowing myself to lose
I don’t want this to be any harder.
Before my anger forces me much farther.
I need to stop hating myself
And the cerebral palsy degrading my health.
Stop spending and start saving my wealth.
It is with tireless effort
Shamed my soul& faith feels severed
I still try behaving myself.
New Theory Poetry Series
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