Regret is
an overcoat
made of wool
and soaking
wet
It weighs
heavy
on me
Dripping
it ruins the
carpets of
the places
that I
go
I cannot
sleep
most nights
because
of its
icky itch and
its stench
Some days
I change from
it into
coveralls
of
guilt
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About Me
- stickbooth
- I struggle with addiction and am just recently out of prison- I dislike most people and am bitter and self destructive. Yet somehow I have a good time. My first wife wanted to be an FBI agent when I met her in college, and the last one was a prostitute,the former gave me three great kids that I named Dakota, Skye and Willow, the latter a hell of a hard time. In the past I have been a busboy, a waiter, and a bartender. I have worked in nearly all construction trades including carpentry, brick laying, electrical, weilding, and plumbing. Once I had a job where I climbed tree's for a living. I fought Mixed Martial Arts when they still called it No Holds Barred, I have sold cars and was an editorial cartoonist. I am a failed actor, to lazy to try very hard, and lived with outlaw bikers in Northern California. I served as a medic in the army,and studied creative writing as well as radio tv. I cook a mean breakfast and like to sit and think sometimes all day. Did I say think or drink?
You use a lot of clothing metaphors. Interesting.
ReplyDeleteAbout the guilt and regret--let go of it. I know that it has become your identity, but if you let go of it you will not disappear. Promise.
This poem reminds me of a quote that I like..."We crucify ourselves between two thieves...regret for yesterday and fear of tomorrow." --Fulton Oursler
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