Excuse of a Soul

CL Gingerich


The face staring back at me

has been the same

my whole life long.

And I have never loved it.

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The eyes are glassy with burdens

unshared.

Dull from the continuing sins.

And lacking any luster for life.

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Meaningless

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Searing anger sweeps across my brow

and causes those eyes to shine.

Glistening with rage of the worst kind.

How can I look into that face?

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Worthless

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A heart that carries so much baggage

knows screaming will be no help.

My fears stare me in the face

and whisper sweet nothings in my ear.

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Pitiful

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Fear consumes me completely.

My hands shake.

And a cold chill runs down my spine,

tormenting me lustily.

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Ridiculous

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The reflection of this familiar face

is one I have learned to loath.

Such a meaningless, worthless,

pitiful, ridiculous excuse of a soul

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Written in those eyes