with bitter disappointment
bordering on frustrated anger
as my only anchor to a semblance of sanity
i am almost able to maintain this
stranglehold i have on the existence of life --- most tenuous.
so please be kind
as i am such a mess,
quite nearly a wreck,
perhaps even a train wreck,
so completely fucked up.
i recently made that most hideous
of mistakes ----
attempted to dissect those times long gone
but on this journey through yester times
i seem to have depleted a lifetime supply
of sentimental valiums.
Written by Sharron Pettiford Gonzales
|Created: Dec 2002 © Paul Kinder||Last Updated: 24/12/02|