Made For Bad

 

     I felt the removal of its power

And dared not move an inch until,

I realized that to die like this

Would be the quickness I desired,

 

     The aura tested,

Sought to know what was left

Of a detested man

And I waited for the slump,

     Alas,

It returned its

Grip upon my being

And I remained

Within the confines

Of my shell,

     Not long now

Not long until it goes

Without return,

Then I will be free without

The hurt that’s

Changing and belittling

My being,

 

     If I wanted to live

Like this God,

I wouldn’t have ventured

The many pills,

If I wanted to live like

This - my wrists would

Not bear the scars,

If I wanted this humility

And waste of many years,

I would not have chose to die,

     And though

Some would beg

To swap,

     I know them

Not to understand

This mental purgatory -

The state of misfortune

That runs a never

Ending course,

And now as hurt as I am,

I have no more tears to cry.

 

Michael J Waite 7th July 2015.