Tough Stains

I feel like a mouse trapped in a maze.

Like I'm lost in time back in prehistoric days.

My mind is twisted like a fender bender during lunch.

Wrong place and time like my hours are rushed.

I don't yell like road rage, I just keep it all in.

Forgetting doubts and regrets, I try forgetting all sins.

When I die I wonder if I'll ever live again.

Maybe someone will grant my wish again.

If I knew then what I know now it'll all be different.

Sometimes it feels like I was the victim.

At least I'm not doing life in the system.

Deprive my daughter the same way I was deprived of my father.

Thinking about the simple things I've could've taught her.

What is love?

Love is Pain.

I'm forced to believe things changed for the best.

While I'm stuck in first gear trying to strive for the rest.

D.L Wiggins