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Breidenthal. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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David William Breidenthal
I chose to abandon my bedroom's mess...since I have created it
It's not the easiest to give full attention to this untidy, enclosed chamber-like bedroom
My crazed thoughts seem to spin madly in circles...aching from a neck recovery
When I lazily lay in fear... Ah, I keep thinking of that chore I didn't do!
I'm failing in the heap of total mess, only the room piles up more
Deadened by numbness and for screaming out for help and assistance
I uncontrollably ask myself: Why does my existence
Even matter to anyone?
I frantically twist in brewing disaster... I transfer to dust and ash as I drop in a heap of failure and, worst of all, misfortune
I give up making my life a business...I got fired for giving up by refusing to take out the despicable trash anyway
I wish I could go on an expedition or a vacation and take a long break from life's chores
I'll save myself from twisting in a heap of mess
I need to clean my room!!