That Feeling
A.K.
I get that feeling often
That life just beats me down.
I try to find the good and just,
But, for life, I play the clown
Scorned and mocked,
Berated and cursed,
Life keeps finding ways anew
To keep me, in pain, immersed.
I need to tell somebody
But alas she is not here
Life has given one more slap
As it took my love from me.
I get to thinking now and then,
Should I just let it go?
Who'd be sorry if I left?
Who'd miss me if I go?
I think and ponder till I find,
That answer I have missed.
No, there's not one who'd cry and mourn
The death of life's bothersome cyst
I've been life's plaything,
I've been it's toy and game.
I yearn for the sweet release of death
To erase me cursed name.
But I keep on living
Taking solace in the fact
That life, so cruel and mean,
Cannot take my soul's dark tract
For I will live forever
In the minds and in the souls
Of those I've burned and tarnished,
Thanks to me their spirits will burn like coals
So I continue living
Scarring ev'ry wretch
Who blindly walks beside me
On life's cruel and ruthless stretch
Life always chips and tears at
The remainder of my senses
Toying with my mind and body
Till a poorer soul then me walks by
Its great un-earthly fences.