My life's been a mess,
but more than anything
—I wanted to die well
To make up for those times
I struggled and failed
—and shorted the line
The people who knew me
were driven away
—in vain their love fell
Making love to my mistakes
my hours were sentenced
—through heartache defined
My life at an end
more than anything else
—I hope to die well
Undeserving of this honor
I know that my chances
—are slim, mostly gone
I still have to try
to take any meaning
—from this place where I dwell
A final reminder
of all I am not
—as I venture beyond
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October,2018)
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