oxy-moron

my poetry.....

I had everthing i ever wanted,

Happieness, love, caring girlfriend, and a life,

Then I messed up . o did I

I lost the most important thing,

The woman I could have called my wife,

And now here in my bed I lie,

Crying wishing for a better life.

A life with you in my eye,

I miss you so bad

everything I have done since us,

has worked against me,

now all I've done is cause a fuss.

I finally see,

what I threw away,

O how deep have I dug my own grave,

at the bottom with no ladder left astray,

and now I to my own heart and mind am a slave

always searching for my completer,

I lost it long before I was ten stories under,

the deepest grave,

Life is so stressfull when you are alone,

The lonlieness and pure regrett on my sholder,

heavier than the biggest stone..

all........ on.......my......own........

By Tyler Reed