Sitting On The Cross Poem by Kevin Carney

Sitting On The Cross



Why do I lie on that cross?
My arms outstretched feeling the pain?
Is it something in me that begs to choose it?
Crucified and punishing myself day to day.
Look at the scars I bear…
Self flagellation inflicted on myself.
The drops of blood intermix with my self inflicted pain…
All in the name of what?
It’s my life…
In a world I don’t believe in…
I wish I saw the dark clouds of failure coming over me…
I shouldn’t have whispered those words of regret…
Maybe it’s all too sad that I lost my belief.
I tried to reach too high…
I tried to hang my hat on false destiny…
Only to die a little bit each day.
In a maze, feeling the way…
Lost…
Blinded by my own lost sense of feeling…

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Kevin Carney

Kevin Carney

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