My Life's Final Course
I adjust my emotions ---
It's not too dificult to do ---
All it takes is the right medications,
in a room with a view ---
I arrange my thoughts into neat little rows ---
But as usual, no matter what I do,
nothing seems to grow.
Existing in a life consisting of unhappiness
and remorse;
with no chance of altering my life's final course.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2009
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