this is all my fault
I've been coasting, and resting
and complacent
in the lies I've convincingly told myself
I try to call a foul
to claim how this is unfair
and this is not what I deserve
but it is
I try to blame it on the stars
on luck, or of thereof I lack
I try to turn it
play the victim, yet again
but this is my fault
what do i do now?
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Free Rein
Poetry"The human will, in its search for freedom of expression, becomes a self-destructive impulse." -Victor Terras Second collection of my poetry.
