Destruction Gumbo   Leave a comment

I am the architect
Of my own destruction.
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

Posted 06/15/2015 by Shaman in Poetry

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