It’s been a while since I’ve actually written anything.  In high school/college all emotions were so raw that everything was poetry.  While I don’t consider the following to be “poetry” because, frankly, I judge myself harshly (and as such accurately); I figured why not share anyway.

Untitled (Since I don’t really have a point! )

What unjustified sorrow I feel!
I suffer not from what ails so many a men;
my family loves me, we do not sleep hungry tonight.
Nor do we fear the lack of shelter or are worried
about any other necessities of life.
My sorrow wants to accuse and blame but it
knows that it can only blame my ego and pride.

I am not a perfect man
and yet when my flaws are pointed out,
to some degree uncontrollable by me,
such self pity and sorrow take over
my thoughts and my soul.

In youth I would fight back,
hurting those in return who dared to hurt me,
but now….now I go get a glass of
milk and try to wade through my misery.