A life

future filled end with a  left turn
ending in nothing but
repeating marks and features
constant waking afternoon
never fused a creative creation
deeply casted a self pressed
alone mess with no
theatrical intent
never felt smart enough to
indent
only felt the dying need to
repent
feeling and thoughts
life ruled by no creator
only a pretentious
money filled dictator no care given to the lives
without a golden ladder
a world where a kid can
spot a blood splatter
faster than they could
recognize their own father
a recollection of depression
not even thought as
a abomination