I recollect a series of unidentified regret that hangs over my head like a block of cement.
To be sad and full of pity every time I wake from a restless nights sleep
I feel angry at the outcome that every so often follows my undocumented sorrows.
There can be so much more said to everyday strife.
But alas I choose to retell everything that seems to be wrong rather than search for everything to be right. I am confused and feel divided.
Disregard my name please, for I have forgotten all history myself.
The wind blows and my face flakes off in pieces of bitter how could you so's.
But when the rain stopped pouring on my forehead and the sun came out to say hello
there I laid like a soul-less idiot. complacent and full of woe.
Grow up, move on so I've said. So I've said.
