To Whomever

Old one from 2007 =) Just revised and took out a stanza I didn't feel fit.

Dear To Whomever This Concerns,
my life is running along many crooked turns.
It is hard to know which bridge to cross,
and which to burn.

It looks like I am a living doubt!
Why must failure and solitude
be an imminent truth,
only to make way
for my demise to sprout?

Dear To Whomever This Concerns,
my life is following a thousand blurred turns.
It is difficult to know which bridge to cross,
and which to burn.

With life I'm not content;
my mind always seems too bent!
So,
Dear to Whomever This Concerns:
I don't know if I will be here
when and if you ever have the chance to read this.
And if you do happen to shed a tear,
I'm afraid I won't be the one you truly miss.