• fletch 5w

    Sometimes I feel like a one hit wonder.

    I hit the jackpot of life but then fell in a blunder.

    I'm not sure what happened to the trappings of love.

    Or why agony seems to suit my heart like a glove.

    Lord knows I bleed whimsical hues.

    Yet still I'm afflicted with the melancholic blues.

    As self affliction haunts, I wish I was too dead to cry.

    A prisoner of the past, there's no future left to buy.

    Rocks of stone to throw at my creator.

    To the disease of my youth I cater.

    The guilt invaded notion of someone I once knew.

    Caught in the undertow there's no breaking through.

    All the perfect moments are wrong.

    All the precious pieces are gone.