Poetry, oh noetry...

I'm feeling dark and poetic. Such is the muse that strikes me, the poet muse bites when I'm in life's many ruts.

The cush life part 1

The cush life has cost me

everything.

For what I know of now

that I didn't know then

has affected me

immensely.

I cannot look at myself in the mirror anymore,

I'm not who I was yesterday

and I won't be myself tomorrow.

 Life won't be the same because I changed,

but I need to put actions to my words.