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Setting Sail to What I am.

Setting sail so early seemed so easy,
dreams about what would be...became,  
and when lonely nights swallowed me,  
who was truly left to blame?  
 
I feel love is a fleeting emotion,  
no matter how hard we try to tame it.    
I think that we all opine the notion,  
emotionally broke and aimless.  
 
 
I am a  short fuse, ready to blow.    
Brought low by the reality of life,  
I've lost all my cover and my vices laid to bare,    
my dignity out of sight.  
   
One bottle of wine gone?  
Is it now two?    
It's merely the weapon  
I have chosen to use.
 
So then I feel  
lifeless, worthless,  
opiods, uppers,  
weed and the rest  
all to numb the pain of owning our own mess.  
 
 
Why try to be more when less    
is rewarded?  
Why try to transcend when  
the prize is distorted?  
   
There is no magic way,  
no set path.  
We all set our sails in some direction, forward mast.  
   
   
So here I stay in my own solitude
unable to leave this darkened land.
If I can't leave myself then  
I am setting sail to what I am.  
Written by Sterling7147 (__)
Published | Edited 12th Jul 2022
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