What Might Have Been Poem by Bryan Alexander

here I sit alone
lost in the jungles of my mind
the birds hunt in circles
and their feathers fall like rain
to the left there is a lake
that drowns the sorrows of
shattered men
haunted by dreams of
what might have been
its near this lake
Ive made my hole
drowning freely every night
in the tears of forgotten souls
lost angels
here I am
with truth tattood on my chest
and regret carved into my arms
where have all the angels gone
where is the dawn
we have been decieved
by Jobs comforters
and all other that falsely wish
us well
the rest of the world dances
while I search for my soul
burried beneath the sands
of 1,000 mistakes