Doghouse Thoughts
They say that only
the good die young,
I guess I’ll live forever.
I’ve been trying for forever
to get a little better.
I’ve been lying for a while,
I untether.
I’ve been dead inside for years
riding the surging tides of
all this stormy weather.
I confess that I’m a
monster hurting innocents.
In a sense I think if I
would die that you could mend.
Worth mentioning that I’m
still dying trying to make amends.
I said that last line to my demons,
now we’re good ol’ friends.
I’m glad you see right through
the lies and through my ignorance.
I doubt I’ll ever see the light again
- no recompense.
You have no tolerance for me -
and I don’t want you to.
Why should you let a beast like
me lay next to you?
This ain’t a petting zoo.
I hate the half of me that’s empty
- full of apathy.
He hates the other half that
tries and tries to make you happy.
I hope you sleep well tonight,
my love,
and have sweet dreams.
I’ll be in the doghouse - ignore the screaming and the laughing.