I'm Usually Happy...Tonight Not So Much
Not the man I used
to be…No more trust…
or faith
Rests inside of me
A bitter man
I’ve come to be
Devoid of faith
or charity
An empty vessel
A hollow shell…
poisonous as
A tainted well
A blank canvas
A sterile page
A muted man
of monstrous rage
I hate the world
That tacky stage
I hate the words
upon this page
I hate ugly words
Like snot and cooty
I guess you could say
That I’m kinda moody
No I’m not the man
I used to be
But it could be worse…
You could be me!
poem by David Whalen
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