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Languished Legacy

August 14, 2019

The local luster lands limp
Boy makes good, a shameful statement
Belly up to the bar for something to sip
The face swells, along with the gut, that’s my physical resent.
Wasn’t there a reason?
Wasn’t there something I was supposed to do?

Forlorn welcomed as the pariah marinates
Intimate fixtures of the bar with organs that fester
God damn this life’s failures where the mind fixates
Another life, one well to do, success forgiver.
What was I supposed to do?
Where has my gumption gone?

Listless lust lingers for the loveless
Hateful resent clouds my involvement.
There’s nothing like running from success.
Just the lack of personal improvement.

Dank and dingy, the chemical flush in an out of the body.
Amongst the fear of a hard day’s work.
There’s a place to go and a place to be but can’t stand steady.
Another drink, another day, one more cigarette- fuck.

Wasn’t there a reason?
Wasn’t there something I was supposed to do?
What was I supposed to do?
Where has my gumption gone?

Listless lethargy
Languished Legacy
Listless lethargy
Languished Legacy…

From → Poems

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