Reality

• Angus Johnson
• Poetry
• 2005

Lying in my grave,
Making old and bleeding lies,
Looking around to find,
The answer to my life.
Only understanding,
The sin’s that I have dealt,
Defending all my reasons,
For all the hate I’ve felt.

Jolting my memories,
Deciding what’s best for me,
Beginning to realise,
The pain that I’ve caused,
I lived my life perfectly,
Out of reality,
Dreaming and wishing,
Of things that I want.

Hastily concluding,
Revolving life’s meaning,
Picking and pealing, corroding my skin,
Constant reminders of all my of sin’s,
This is the last time I’ll get to give in.

Innocent…
With a guilty conscious,
Negligence…
See what you caused,
Everything…
That’s all you wanted,
I can’t take any more…

Action of selflessness,
Why do I feal like this?
Self-centred attitude,
Deception of life.
I regret my unnecessary actions,
Unaware of the guilt that will soon hit my mind.