Life has no smooth road for any of us; and in the bracing atmosphere of a high aim the very roughness stimulates the climber to steadier steps, till the legend, over steep ways to the stars, fulfills itself.

W. C. Doane

Monday, March 19, 2012

Never enough pt.2

Spot stained hands
From sins of the past
Feet torn appart
From pacing holes
In this home's wooden floors

Worn down
Torn out
From the back and forth motions that refused to take rest

Holes burned in my heart
Pathways carved in my brain
From the repetitive thought pattern
Of the why's and why not's

Fingers can't catch up
To the the mental gymnastics

Of the..
Why do you hate me?
Why cant we go back?
And the...
Why can't I fix it?
What did I do?

The cerebral ruminations...
Such a bad friend
Such a bad person
Such a terrible human being

Is it you or me?
Where are the answers?

Tears won't desist
As they fill a bitter taste in my mouth
Not for an hour so I can rest
Not a minute so I can think
Not for a second so I can breathe

am I
NEVER enough..

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