My Mistake

While not the best thing I have written, it expresses honestly what I was feeling at the time of writing. Poetry, for me, is simply a form of expression and honesty. But don't worry Kommunity members, I'm feeling much better than when I wrote this and will not be jumping off any bridges.

My Mistake

I think I’ll take my car and drive for a while

Stay with some friends I haven’t seen in some time.

Catch up, reminisce, make sure they’re doing fine,

In the morning I’ll leave a note by the coffee pot

Saying, “thank you for the love and the good times

But I’ve got to go”

Then I’ll drive my car to the ocean and I’ll take a long walk

On a beautiful beach that I’d forgot.

Then I’ll jump in the ocean and I’ll start to swim,

The salt and the water slowly creeping in.

And I’ll be caressed by the embrace of the waves,

In the arms of the tempest-tossed I will sleep for days

The old man of the ocean will call out my name

He’ll take my hand and I won’t be the same.

Or I could just take some Valium and rest for a while

Let her arms wrap around me as I slowly smile

And drift away from the burden I seem born to know

And my eyes that have seen too much will stay closed.

Tears will fall as I find relief

They will fall and fall and I’ll be washed clean.

In the arms of the tempest-tossed I will sleep for days

And my ears will be deaf to the call of my name.