Attrition


Attrition

 

Time has done this:

no more a storehouse of vague ideologies

no longer lost in the shuffle of life

no longer angry with things I can’t alter

no longer willing to cultivate strife

no one to blame but myself for my failures

no longer holding that blame like a sword

no more a prison, my mind has been opened

no longer looking for hollow reward

rubbing away at my jagged excuses

wearing away at the tumor of sorrow

Time has forced an attrition of excess

leaving me naked and new for tomorrow.

 

copyright 2006 rhonda lee richoux

1 Comment

  1. wickedrock said,

    April 19, 2009 at 5:12 am

    It’s the perfect place to be but hope in a moment doesn’t remove future devil’s and the thorns that will bloody our feet. Yes, we must blame ourselves for as much as possible. Afterall, that’s an important part of being an adult, an own person. But never hesitate to cast blame when some arsehole whose wrecking your life deserves it:)


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