Just Wrong
So many words, so many tears, so many broken promises,
Yet in a word it is all wrong.
Just wrong.
I thought I would type a poem about being wrong and have some artistic way to say I was wrong and that I know I will never out live the sorrow I have caused. Although through writing I understand that as my brain closes down and allows my mind control of my fingers tapping on the keyboard there is no art in wrong. It is just wrong. It is not artistic and there is no way to cover up the hurt and pain I feel about it.
There are so many questions I would ask and so answers I would seek to questions I have not even thought yet, if there was time. Although I know tie is an illusion and the time we have left here just prepares us for the next time and nets experience.
I am not a person to linger and I am not a person to plan too much, although I will say I never planned for this. I never planned to grow old alone.
I guess this is what I deserve though.
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