"Broke"

by Dan Gasser on Saturday, September 4, 2010 at 9:41pm

 

The past is gone
The present is here
The future will be
Confronting my fears

I've come to terms
With the way things are
Realizing I've gotten here
With many scoring scars

The good times, copious
The laughs, plentiful
Yet what we do
Is dwell on what's painful

The anger, the sorrow
The nights spent alone
The yelling, the tears
The future unknown

Trying to prevent my life
From falling apart
I decided to make a change
To begin with a new start

Now I sit
Alone in my home
One bedroom apartment
My own little dome

I try to meet people
To get out of this funk
But I scare them away
Once again...I flunk

Retreating into myself
Seems hard to prevent
Where else can I go?
Where else can I lament?

So I turn to writing
It's one thing I can do
To pass the lonely time
To show me what's true

An outlet of sorts
To express what I feel
To understand who I am
And for once to be real

I look back often
At the path I chose
Wondering what I would be
If I chose to write prose