Wednesday, September 1, 2010

My Debris

The debris of my life
What has it all meant
Did I do it right
Why can I not go back 
And edit the mistakes I’ve been
I see some there
And over there
The wind has taken a few away
How this hurts
Damage and expenses for the labor
Of careless deeds
Thoughtless acts
All the pain
The soft sobs
What was I thinking
Better to ask
Why wasn’t I thinking
(No questions marks, 
you know what I mean)
It starts all over
Every day
Some are mistake free
Those the exceptions
All those messes
No clean up crew
They’re permanent stains
I must learn to live
Among the debris
Of my own life
I’ve been the mistakes
Am them

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