Jake Donovan Poet Free verse

Skepticism

I've been such a twisting winding road. 
The road that only leads back to me. 
The feeling of self contempt only 
thickening with every wasted day gone by. 

Struggling through the self loathe, 
And it's me I don't answer to. 
You don't care if I suffer. 
You don't care if I rot. 
Only do I care.

And wither with every sip, 
Every shot bought. 
My soul screams a little louder inside 
with every bottle and Shock Top. 

I cry for help and not one answers. 
I know the answer in me, 
It's so sickening 
My putrid sense of self worth. 

I kill myself for the feeling of joy I so holy deserve. 

Can I have it now ? 
Will I let me be free? 
Will I rid myself of this damage 
I've so longed to be?

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Skat A March 14, 2015 at 7:32 PM Jake, Stopping by with a nice, sweet Welcome to Poetry Soup. I will get much delight in reading and in time become familiar with your verse. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT

Viv Wigley March 11, 2015 at 1:21 AM Well, you have a talent for poetry, so that's one step up into the sunlight. Good write, Jake. Welcome to Poetry Soup, and a great bunch of people with lots of encouragement, inspiration and a (sometimes) offbeat sense of humour. Look forward to reading more from you in the future. Viv