The totality of my life, in the RUINS:

The totality of my unassuming life plays out in the wake of, pure devastation.

On a daily basis I walk among the wake of debris, severely disturbing my contemplation.

Everywhere I turn good, bad, or indifferent I continuously reap, what I didn’t sow.

Maybe it’s partly my own fault for being overzealous for an alliance, completely out of the know.

I fear the road ahead of me is one of the same, in which I sadly, but currently live.

Despite the fact that I try to avert from my distressing past, on a positive note, I have a lot to give.

It’s hard to escape from the wounds that constantly plague, my exhausted embodiment.

I’m willing to be forthcoming to starting anew, eagerly anticipating a healing sentiment.

Because the propensity of something positive coming to fruition is minute or, next to none.

So much of me feels like finally giving up to the idea of any optimism and, resigning myself to being done.