Description: Well, I generally stay away from writing angst poems, but I thought what the hell... get it all out in one shot. Felt better to confess anyhow.
Woke up today tongue deep in excrement
Normality like shrapnel in my skin
Long distance call to Credibility
Procrastination waiting for a sin
Plane for Practicality is falling
And Conscience tyrants from a dusty throat
Patience of my imprints spreading thinner
So dry excuses get a second coat
This helping hand can’t help but check its nails
Clumsy, Wisdom’s waltz has lost intention
Excitement shares the morning with Regret
Sobered in a ditch outside Perfection
Bathe in part with parts of all the parted
For salted sun can season rawness red
Reflection always shies to show its face
And Honesty is seldom overfed
Disorder knows not how to write a cheque
Distraction learning well as where to sit
Confession sits in solitude on tongue
As Resolution starves within a pit
I have read this twice and I still can't come up with anything to say, you leave me in awe and somewhat intimidated. I feel like I am not smart enough to comment on this(by now you should know about my lack of intelligence).
So I will leave you with this; I enjoyed reading this and the fact that you have made me feel small, is rather cool obn your part.
Submission Name: Shortcomings
