“New” Poetic Much? 12/28/21

Undeserving

By C. Derick Miller

12/28/21

http://cderickmiller.com

“S’cuse me while I whip this out”

These words will sting without a doubt

But words are weapons in this writer’s game

I’m undeserving of this life

Before my eyes, my skills, my wife

I’m looking back, no more to be the same

The phantom pains of yesterday

Removing mass, no more to stay

My mind, it tells me something that’s not real

The blood is drawn, the soul is drained

Enough to keep them entertained

But how much essence do they plan to steal?

For every dusk, a movie night

A ceiling screening mental fight

I lay awake with nowhere else to turn

So, this is where the end begins

All lonely, hopeless, without friends

To Heaven’s flight or Hell’s eternal burn

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