Turn my back on today
Walk into some tomorrow
No reason left to stay
Abandoning all sorrow
Letting go of faith
Losing all my trust
No blows left to take
Losing all my lust
For life in this vacuum
Created in my head
Once it was a playground
Now a graveyard instead
A kitchen for the cockroaches
Living on memory scraps.
I’ll make no more approaches
To the ghosts of pointless past
Or to visions of a future
Bridge burnt in blasted flame
I’m pulling out the sutures
To leave a scar to my name
Letting go of lost ambition
Letting go of wants and needs
Making the transition
Following another creed.
Won’t walk on gilded splinters
Got new souls on my shoes
I’ve gathered all my winnings
I’ve got nothing more to lose
Letting go of all my ills
Shedding poison on the path
Heading for the landfill
Where I'll empty out my trash
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Very metiphoric
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This is so full of hope and some self-recriminations that I feel the pain and trepidation that you feel. Great emotional poem that overflows with imagery. The only thing I would recommend is that you NOT capitalize all of the lines but rather only those that are the beginnings of the sentences. example: "Heading for the landfill where I'll empty out my trash" I would also put in periods but not all poets do that either.
This is a wonderful piece of work, so keep it up and remember always to write from the heart and soul
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interesting view
rather odd but I like it
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