brytne bloom

Wasted

I'm wasting my life,
Thinking about the problems.
I'm wastingmy breath,
Thinking about death.
I'm looking for the light,
Lost in this murky darkness.
I think it's working,
I'll keep searching.
Not all of me is wasted.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, February 25, 2011

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