Wasted: A Poem
Depressed, with no tears to cry.
Black and white or shades of gray
Never known the reasons why.
Take the life from which to live
Hiding from… what? The world?
From the lies and truth, with hatred come;
Demented, from whose mind they swirled.
Right to left, up or down
Decisions to make, which way to go.
Lying; awake but never trying.
Accomplishments: none; nothing to show;
Obtaining no thoughts.
Looking through blank eyes –
The hole where the mind rots.
Wasted: A Poem ©Robin Allen 2016
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