Part One:
Once Again, I find myself lost
Awhile ago, I was lost in the sea
The sea of mediocrity
As for where I am now....
I would now be content to be in that sea
Mediocrity is glorious
as to where I am now....
I now sit in a chasm of sorrow and pity
Alone and afraid
Like a frog in slowly boiling water
I knew not where I was headed
I sat, waiting to plunge to this low
Not trying to stop it, only continuing
for that which would never be
And now I sit here in my chasm
and wonder "was it worth it?"
of course it wasn't, you fool
but I should have known this the whole way
I should have stopped it
But I was unable to see the chasm coming
Too blinded by the beauty
To see the ugliness that would follow
Alone I sit
Sacrificed All
Gained Nothing
What have I done?
I hate how I can only write well when I'm depressed. I hate being sad
Check out my other threads for parts 2 and 3
Thoughts, opinions, criticisms?