Tuesday, January 5, 2016


An apology to myself
For putting me through
The proverbial wringer
I don’t even once
Make it easy on me
I make lists beyond
my capability. I overdo
I overstretch my limits
I fail miserably to love
Up to my unrealistic
And utopian expectations
Mediocre, I make me
But excel I hope to
I seek my own forgiveness
Which I then will deny
A bundle of contradiction
Complications. Complex
That’s me in a word

1 comment:

  1. Maybe you should enjoy life more and not be so materialistic


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