The first of many...(start with a simple haiku)

 


 


I should've listened...


I felt all the warning signs...


Doubt's in remission...


 


Retrospect glistens...


No view better than hind-sight...


My guilt's admission...


 


Guilt didn't listen...


Karma just might not catch it...


There's something missing...


 


Fruit is forbidden...


All that's left is perspective...


I guess I get it...


 


And now it takes this...


Time to remember all the...


Fuck ups and missed hits


 


And when those brakes miss...


Trying to relate this fucked...


Tense for our spirits...


 


One simple brutal...


Thing trying to remember...


That you can't cure it...


 


This fight is futile...


Still I'll refuse to back down...


I say tag, you're it...

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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