Wasted

No matter how deep you think you dug The earth on top still lies fresh In a heartbeat In a teardrop In the flutter of a Raven’s wings Mere seconds it takes For those memories Those feeling that ache To be dug up and placed at your feet Soiled from the time wasted Bitter from the Chance lost You feel sickened Like you are nothing better than a flea bitten mutt You see your failures All you have done The chances that you have lost In the barrel of a gun Where am I now? Staring six feet down At all I could have had All I threw away What am I? Kicked on the ground by my own heal Bleeding slowly by my own hand Heart faltering by my own actions At the edge of darkness I stand Wondering what could have been I should have corrected my sin I should have buried myself with it all For I am nothing without them A man I should have cherished more A friend I should have been there for A stranger that I could not spare a kindness I will dig a grave for myself Close my eyes and dream Imagine a life where I did not fail And slowly forget to breathe.