Just don’t remember anything more than nothing. Placed out of place by mere circumstance and being. Joined the ranks of misjudgment, incomprehension, and the hollow men; then Graduated with supreme lack of dignity in the field of self-humiliation. Remembering childhood is mostly a painful experience Memories of someone of confusion and denial are the harshest. Vexed into the roller coaster of doubling emotions Very slippery ground makes a deep pit to fall into. When again troubled by confusion and the aggravations of need of the want Hell was shown to me to be true, and I made it a home. Maybe the first questions are always the wrong ones Although no one can know because questions change reality. Sunshine my raise the soul, but the light is the Perfect way to disguise deception, mistrust, and denial. Then rose the sunlight so blissful Killing a little boy so graciously. Jubilation and triumph at long last, Rescinded by such a minor difference. Forget it, forget it all, Underneath the sky which I alone live, I have learned to not Care, not even care enough to try anymore Knowledge of the problems does not help If there is no substance to carry out the plans Never will I return again to the Ground where I’m buried Begging Inside and pleading To someone to Come and Help Exile me from my own Self
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