Self Pity Poem by Brad Kellum

Who am I?
Why did I choose to be the person I am?
Maybe I should have tried harder at it.
But, done it right, pulling with all my might.
Perhaps she would be better, not playing mother to two.
Only to one her job has to be done.
I am quicksand!
That's who I am.
The more you fight, the farther I pull you into my sand.
A typical man, possibly, as I am to understand.
Suffocating life from the now silent lamb.
Tis only recent, because before, the lioness had a mighty roar.
As much of a _________ is there such a word I have been.
I will forever love her and never again.
Eternity shall come and this shall be what I have to live with in the end.
Smotheringly laying on top of me.........................,
my greatest sin.