A Poem: My Tragedy.

For all the days that have gone before,

I wish that I had been someone else, something more,

I didn’t know who I was supposed to be,

Living a story that wasn’t meant for me,

Is the pain I feel the making of my own design?

The wheels keep spinning, I can’t turn back time,

Every step I take, I walk this road in constant agony,

There’s no-one around, no hope to cure my tragedy,

I drift away, consumed by all of my fears,

Flowing with the tide in the river of my own tears,

I carve new scars when I fall, I lose this fight,

Always doubting, I missed years of my life,

Forever alone, I don’t know how to offer love,

I’m broken, the best I had to give was never enough,

I put the pieces together the only way I knew,

They didn’t fit, they weren’t a picture of you,

I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to be a better man,

The demon’s in my head, thoughts I could never understand,

For all the days that I still have left,

I’ll cloak myself in shadow, I’ll await my death…..