pergatory is best if you must suffer
those who knew love as the right habit
walked away eating what they could not admit
pieced together puzzles till they could not fit
Dante’s tenth circle in hell, they will never be able to quit.
sorrow is not dim or dark. It’s blindly bright, feveredly lit.
I am like people that wallow and dig another spade in their pit
with determination, suck a thumb, they can’t get out of it.
I know the reasons why the hole is wide and deep.
I know why we try to escape with gestures that just makes us keep.
The guilt, the remorse, the apologies we’ve planned here every bit,
We knew we’d be stuck here, getting out now, you shouldn’t peep,
Accept fate, the hand you’ve dealt yourself. You’ve sowed so long,
and can’t refuse to reap.
or stand up, even with our mired wit. I suppose this is the eating and
understanding the taste of shit. but in this strange land of folly, if I can
come up with one original thought, my head will pop like a zit. Then I won’t have to do it again, and I will be in a place where I alone is senteneced to sit.
