©2007 ~chasingtheday


Swirling Demise

I am not a perfect person.
I revile in my mistakes.
Dark days have haunted me.
My tears could easily form lakes.


Pain, is a part of life.
My nerves often left exposed.
Almost forced to forfeit,
Result; my self-confidence decomposed.


I'm swirling like a paper airplane,
waiting for my demise.
I don't want my old life.
I just want bluer skies.


Guilt is eating me alive.
It is time for change.
I can't stay in this state.
Priorities; I need to re-arrange.


It's funny how fast it hits you.
One minute on cloud nine.
The next, can't hardly function.
Where's the bottom line?

Written By: ESL
©2007



Started this a couple of months ago, finished today.  Listening to:

 The White Stripes-You've Got Her In Your Pocket

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