Grief, depression and drops of anger in me
to be included in my whiskey,
deluded by this grief and despair,
I have problems beyond repair.
A soul not worthy of saving,
gone through a drink, one too many,
refusal to follow the path laid,
sitting in sorrow, dreaming of Hemingway
Emotions, barely none
Damage, that can't be undone,
evolution of a broken mind,
mental scissors have cut me blind.
Willpower, desire or the lack,
birth of the axeless lumberjack.
Source: quarterly.camposanto.com
Original content, still working on my style. Steemit exclusive.Enjoy and don't let sorrow beat you!