Better of Me

I dream of worlds beyond my own

Attainable by gateways

Into timelines parallel with better endings

Or sweeter happenings

Where my love is not stunted by hardships

Where remembrance does not paralyze my limbs

Or forces me to curl, feeble and vulnerable

A timeline, with a mirror image smiling

Where I am not who I am or will be

But who I once needed to save me

Someone who could have been happy 

With all that I still have

Unlike the miserable me of now

Ungrateful, shrewd

With Death's claw at the throat

While I care not for tomorrow

Reviews

[Curtis.Lenker]

Such a beautifully depressing poem. I love this one right here.

[John the Baptist]

Bitter and depressed. I hope there are no firearms in the house.