The Friction of Noncompliance

Through pits of grave!

And shards of glass,

My rebellion has dragged me through.

My cries are stifled by conscious regret -

How could I...

How could I have done this to myself?!?!

The friction created

By my choiches in life

Have ripped my body apart!

Why couldn't I hear...

Hear what they were trying to say.

They uttered more than just words!

They expressed their pain!

Their suffering!

Results of their poor choiches;

Their mistakes

That I now relive

So they're not my parents

They're still people with life experiences.

I should have learned from their mistakes,

But I chose not to.

Now the friction and sting from my error

Has tenderized not only my body,

But also my soul.

So many errors..so many mistakes...

How can I still exist?

Shane P

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