In My Tatty Pocket

Tears bleed in despair
D
R
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P

D
R
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P
Not a surface dry, eyes,
Bloat twice their size
Fruit must come to bear.
Maybe God has finally said
“Enough is enough”
As he cradles my broken head.

Ours is not understanding why
How love God blessed us with
Can possibly cause such
Excruciating pain, tear limbs,
Crush brain with awful dismal loss,
So bad................
You think fuck it,
I’m giving up, had enough.
Ours is not too question
Why, but I do remember God
Gave me a choice, for I am
Bright. I am alive. Am I?

In my tatty pocket I carry,
Understand this, choices.

My message to you
I love myself, do I?
You do? Love me too,
How fucking strange,
Thought that was the booze,
Dear me, as I sank,
The hardest comprehension
Was betrayal of man. Not I.
I love my self, do I?
Well, you don’t so I
Must do
fold linen napkins,
Neat little corners, doesn’t work like that

Sacrificed my life, for the sake
Of …………..let me see......
some
Overweight whore, she loves you?

Dwell in it, as you sink to
Bottom of any bottle, that will do.
I love myself. Do I?
Still believe in faith, truth,
Not my problem you misconstrue
Rotten bite, ugliness was letting

You into my life, lies, lies and lies.

Swipe memories, remember me dead.
No substance, stock, or heart, never
Realised how dead you are

INSIDE

So may I be so bold as to say,
Mate, fuck you.

In my tatty pocket I carry choices.