The Unfinished Resignation Letter

The Unfinished Resignation Letter

A Poem by Dutch Jr.

Believe in you.

Sometimes, I stop and think, maybe we were meant to be,
But then I remember seeing all those things I was never meant to see.
Closed casket funerals; you left a scar so endlessly deep.
More than six feet, one soul to leave or keep.
Death buried me as treasure, life sailed me away for never more,
I fell off the boat, and washed up on love's unforgiving shore.
The island of solitude, body and soul playing tug of war.
I was strengthening my mind, but learned strength starts at the core.
Night terrors under the dimmest moonlight,
Rocking to the beat of my own drum, setting the mood right.
Found a whole new world, population created by a single man,
Like a work of art, it was beautiful, but longing for a helping hand.
Monotony grew into scrutiny,
And suddenly nothing I could create seemed new to me.
I was watching paint dry, talking to brick walls,
Slow risings, preparing me for quick falls.
Nothing ever rescued me, no one ever heard my calls,
In the deepest hole I learned how to avoid pitfalls.
So close, but no progress so far,
No notes, just thoughts in an old jar.
Hope floats, or maybe just rafts made out of gold bars.
The ladder of success is wrapped in snakes, climb slowly.
My advice: never assume that if water is, that the wine's holy.
Unknown entrance, quiet exit, stage under,
A lone difference, heightened questions, rage blunders.
In two weeks I'll be nothing more than a memory,
I must begin anew, but first I gotta put an end to me.

© 2016 Dutch Jr.

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lol I read the title like.. huh and tbh when I finished reading this it kind of felt unfinished... I like it though you have a nice little poetic swag going.

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Added on December 27, 2016
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Dutch Jr.
Dutch Jr.

Indianapolis, IN

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A Poem by Dutch Jr.