Limbo

Limbo

A Poem by Miles Wilburn

Forgive me I am not quite myself
F*****g up the hand I've been dealt
Preference is just to stay at home
But the friends won't have it, oh no no

I've been down, and out, and in
Locking horns with a bottle of gin
I've been right and wrong again
Always wrong, but I always win

Then the morning comes and I feel abated
Lost and found and lost, I hate it
Epiphanies of the same old things
Rationalization of the hurt they bring

So I regress inside myself
And repeat the same mistakes
History repeats itself
I'll again suffer the same fate


© 2012 Miles Wilburn



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Added on November 27, 2012
Last Updated on November 27, 2012
Tags: Healing, Alcohol, History, Repeating

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Miles Wilburn
Miles Wilburn

Sandy Lake, PA



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Howdy! I'm Miles! I'm a 25 year old college graduate who is now home bouncing around in adulthood limbo unsure of what will come next. I hope you are able to take something with you when you.. more..

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