depressing

By Usayd

I take a deep sigh and then I write these words
Call me depressing but this life hurts
A fool is only what I can claim to be as time,
Time does but claim me.

Swallowed up in what some consider a game,
Play it I guess, reality is nowhere in the name.
The difference is I will make mistakes
And not be able to turn back and recreate

I look at my friends and see them in pain,
Guilty indeed as the scars remain
Forgive me, please, I beg you now.
Then I turn to myself and wonder how.

This entry was posted on Saturday, March 22nd, 2008 at 1:54 am / 15 Rabbi al-Awwal 1429AH and is filed under Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

One Response to “depressing”

  1. pink Says:
    March 22nd, 2008 at 1:45 pm

    u ok?

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