Here is a poem reflecting times when nothing is going well…
Letting It RIP
In what
Must have bin
A bad dream
I was shitting in hell
Wading in what was
Mine mine mime
With a pitchfork
And a tale
You don’t want to
Here
Bedeviled
Soully wanting to be
Any wear ails
If only
Whir able to
Let go
Ass I was
Once up
On time
Only to have agin
Another won RIP’ed
In culpable
Of miring
Anything at awe
Unwilling to accept
In a thousand pickles
The hole sh__bang
Of everything going
My weigh
The lonely way
Too learn
That shitty lessen
NOTE: On a more hopeful note, wade for it…wade for it…wade for it…
