Depressing, isn't it?
Since they seem to be the only things I can write lately, here's a few more poems. I know, I hate it too. Seeking: A Man of Intellectual Means (Or “Where Have All the Potentials Gone?) A case of self-destruction The clues Spontaneity Frivolity Sloth Lack of reverence Lack of self-control Internalized issues That fester and boil and break the skin The Cable was a mistake It snapped And I fell Left on the ground With coils winding about The Hope was a mistake The expectation of it all It was not so much that the world failed me But that I sat And waited on lightning When the conditions did not warrant its appearance Oh despair, despair At this woman in red who has walked through my door Trouble she brings with her Clinging to her hem The Petulant Child Oh despair, despair At this mysterious Hound An option it brings That I have yet to consider The Unsettling Question Alas, that nothing is as it seems This Hidden Enemy This Unseen force This Drive behind it All A tack A nail A spike T...