Despicable Depths

Despicable Depths

A Poem by Dennis Shanaberg

I am the problem.
I am disease.
Every thing I see as wrong with you
Is everything that's wrong with me.

I am a failure.
I am the worst.
Karma calls that time is come,
But I claim that I am cursed.

The despicable bleed
When their obscenity's seen.
Holes in fickle hearts feed
Full crimson pools serene.

I am an ocean of intolerable doubt
That I asked you to swim in
And eventually drown.
You were the light with the world in shroud
That burned off the darkness
Till I snuffed you out.

Selfish me--
Me and me and I.
Perhaps, I'll die.
And you'll never know that I lived a lie.

© 2017 Dennis Shanaberg


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Sometime we see our real face and we don't like it. Honest tone and directness my friend.
"Selfish me--
Me and me and I.
Perhaps, I'll die.
And you'll never know that I lived a lie."
The above lines. Realistic view on my life sometimes. I feel like I'm in the wrong place. Thank you Dennis for sharing the powerful poetry.
Coyote


Posted 6 Years Ago



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Dennis Shanaberg
Dennis Shanaberg

Mentor, OH



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About my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..

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