Erudite
When at wit's end with seemingly no way out,
every decision is questioned with fear and doubt.
I take a step back and assess who I am,
only to find out that my heart and mind are condemned.
Nobody to blame but myself,
for ignoring the problems when I needed help.
Five years of chronic misery,
denial to accept the end, to scared to see.
I'm on the outside looking in,
while crawling out of my skin.
Copyright © Jon B. Rangel | Year Posted 2008
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