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Untitled: Sentiment

I sense
a growing
depression
upon my conscious,
it is forming
an imprint
on my mind
with images
surpassed,
heavily weighted
with regret
and ego,

I know
my body
shows signs
of its toll
but I cant
seem to let go
of seasons lost,
time tossed aside
for a
temporary smile.
I must
be dead

Life cannot exist
within this realm
of self pity,
pathetic
swallowing
of trivial days
spent
completing nothing
because I refuse
to compete
for something.

I excuse
all my failures
as failures
made by the world,
their failure
to recognize
my insecure
point of view,
their shortcoming
of moving opposite
of the way
I move.

If I could
magically
transcend
this moment
and transfer
myself
to a majestic place,
unwavering
to the past
not yet eager
for the future.

A place
where
it only takes
a single
moment,
one monumental
second
to create
a lifetime
of happiness,
I would chose
to be there.

Only
for one
reason.
I cant seem
to make me
be anything
but broken
here.

poem by Kevin Mireles
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