The Whole Shebang. A poem.

Attitudes entrenched by years
of disbelief, tears and fears.
Shaken, abused and confused;
broken, taken and refused,
again and again,
until there’s nothing left
but regret and emptiness.

An anger that shakes these
foundations of resentment,
these skyscrapers of doubt.
Twisting and turning
this rage about
until there’s nothing left
but wanton disregard.

Enough to sedate
a deafened mind and soul,
that’s no longer whole
but wasted
on you
and me,
and the

Whole

Damn

Shebang

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3 thoughts on “The Whole Shebang. A poem.

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  1. You only can be wasted
    if you decide to be so
    we humans are incredible
    in the world there’s pain
    for us to bear many woes
    we need to fight hard
    to not go mad & be sane
    also, incredible is your soul
    but if you’re going to faint
    we are holding your back
    you are not fighting alone.

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