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Willful regret

TheMadHatter44

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Willful regret




Not a thought, not a moment, not a second goes by that my mind isn't running on fumes, My mind is littered with only thoughts of true peace and harmony but in the aspect of thought i find not what i seek. Only memories keep my mind at ease and the demons at bay, only the moments of self doubt make me stronger and the happiness brings forth shame. There isn't a soul i have meet that equals mine but many have greater value in my eyes. Broken pathways lead me too open arms but more often empty vessels who seek out kindness and snuff it out. There are many who would rather make you sad because misery loves company, and it is a no-vacancy hotel on a long stretch of open road in the middle of a rock in a hard place where you find these sad depressing few who can't handle the fact that life is a hell of it's own design.


But let it be clear that there is another road and it is beautiful and free just like the other it is full of people who would rather help you then let you rot, there are good people but for every one there are three of the other and the other are here and we need to be aware that. We should always take the road less traveled in order to know the beaten path a little better.



14 years old and he had a father who was abusive, he took a short bus down a long path because he was called stupid and he was suicidal because the kids in his class didn't understand that if he took off his cloths in Gym class the teacher might see the bruises and every moment of every day his body became more of a canvas for the artist known as pain and his fathers hand the paint brush. He had to lie and steal in order to get by because he knew nothing else but what he was taught.



19 He left home and fell in love with a woman and had a child who was the light of his world. He never raised a hand to her but in light of that she left him because she didn't understand his past and didn't want to know. He shared what he could but hid the rest in hopes of forgetting the moment he hurt another person with anger.



23 Now he is alone but not said. He barely gets to see his son but keeps on going in the hopes that someday he will have his child in his arms without being judged by him, he holds his breath at the fact that he may never get this chance but stands firm in his resolve and walks the better path even though he has the right to be lonely and depressed, he doesn't because he can't feel pain anymore. He can't feel warmth or happiness even though he is happy, he is dead emotionally but he still understands love and compassion even though he can't show it well.



 
Sorry i was on a rant last night, i know this poem isn't very good. It's a spoken word poem i wrote a few months back and it has no flow, no rhyme.
 

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