The Wretch
A poem I wrote during a hard time in my life.
Everyone that I ever really loved, deserted me. So now everyone that I love I desert.
Not physically, or even mentally, it's spiritual, spiritually I leave, with destruction I flirt.
Neglect, misdeeds, selfish ambition, all reasons, no excuses, nothing excused.
These are my decisions, my choices, it's my fault by myself I'm accused.
Through life I walk, past opportunity through success.
Onward toward destruction this is my quest.
Talents in excess, nothing lacking, everything I need is laid at my feet.
Any goal I imagine comes quickly, then is tossed promptly to the street.
Something pushes me, arises from within, a calling to be great, a giant among men.
Another pulls me gnaws at my gut, a feeling of worthlessness, back to reality again.
"O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death?"
The words of the great apostle Paul, he understood how it felt to be a wretch.
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