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Destruction Gumbo   Leave a comment

I am the architect
Of my own destruction.
Because,
When you boil it down,
All that is left is this reduction
Of bad decisions,
Squandered opportunities
And misplaced bets.
Of victories never tasted,
A lifetime of regrets.

Above it all is me,
Holding the spoon,
Stirring the pot.
This recipe tastes horrible,
But its the only one I’ve got.
So I keep trying to make it better
Mixing in more spices.
Alcohol, Cigarettes,
Self harm, and other vices.

No matter what I try,
This awful taste
Just tastes the same.
This bitter acrid varnish
That is the flavor of my shame.
Maybe I should quit,
Throw the whole mess out.
Get rid of all these things
That seem to fill my heart with doubt.

But no I think I like it,
This strange acquired taste.
Throwing all this out would be
Such a waste.
Sure, it tastes awful,
But at least its uniquely mine.
And at the end of the day
That makes it fine.

-Shaman Romney 2015

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Posted 06/15/2015 by Shaman in Poetry

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