Hurt
Thru’
The
unanswered questions of my life
They lead
to emotional anguish like strife
Some make
decisions and choices that glide
I tend to
be one of those that slip and slide
The
resultant emotion is either relief or regret
Happily
regret has not often been my constant pet
That
comes from learning life is destiny
Not
pre-ordained but from a holy security
The same
process that has caned my ass
It’s the
one that often has saved it from being grass
So I look
back at the loves I’ve lost
I reflect
on the close shaves that would’ve cost
I realize
that my sorrow is ironic too
For often
emotions and reality conflict and hurt thru’
How to
reconcile is a style I’ve not become used to
I just
wonder why poems and songs and guitar must hurt thru’
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