All night long

Was awake most of the night
Thought about the last year of my life
Over
And over again

When morning broke
All my wasted energy
Turned into anger
Almost rage

Towards myself mostly
For wasting my time
Prescious time
Only giving

I see things in another perspective
Might help my healing process
In some way
Though there is a long way still to go




Poetry by Dalmore
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Written on 2008-05-20 at 16:34

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Morpheus
Wisdom comes with time. And, time is sometimes brutal. Good poem.
2008-05-21