Bane of my existence
Creator of my misery
Tonight I have run out of patience
And you saw the real me
I am quite certain
They will make me out to be the bad one
That this all happened in a fit of rage
But nothing ever happens in a fit of rage
It happens when you reach the end of your rope
After begging and pleading for you to do better
The time finally came
For you to learn
That actions have consequences
May that be something you learn early on
In your next life
About “Bane Of My Existence”:
I generally save poetry for Wednesday but decided to post the poem on Tuesday this week. I did not have the strength or remaining brain cells to come up with a post today. So, I settled to publish some poetry instead. Unfortunately, I am having an incredibly awful day. From the minute I woke up till now (it’s almost 1am here) everything that could go wrong has. I’m not saying that for sympathy, just merely trying to describe my day. Some days are just like that. You wake up on the wrong side of bed. Hopefully, I’ll wake on the right side tomorrow. I guess I should say something about the poem now… But I think I’ll let you interpret it as you see fit instead.
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