Sitting And Thinking - Poem by Orlando Belo
Here I am sitting in the dark again
thinking about the past and what I’ve done.
The countless failures and the few successes,
the personal battles, lost, and won.
From my early days full of hope and ambition,
to my promising career that evaporated with age.
My under achieving children and failed marriage.
There was no escaping the relationship cage.
The kicks in the teeth and the stabs in the back,
the broken promises and the consequences.
The good turns I did that came back to bite me,
and the emotional blackmail that sickened me senseless.
My so-called friends who turned out to be parasites
that continually and emotionally drained me dry.
I now have no one to trust with whom I can talk.
No wonder I'm depressed enough to cry.
When I look back, I didn’t want much from life;
a good wife and family, a home, and career.
Compromise and poor judgement has played its part,
and that’s why I'm sitting, and thinking here.
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