Poet's blog: "Poet's Place"

At times I wish to run away 
And not look back again 
For all the pain and hurt I've had 
Has washed away all that I am 
I had lists of dreams and goals to conquer 
Failure has left me to rot 
Into all the aspects that I tend to hate 
Leaving me to wish that I had not 
Forcing emotions to spin away 
Into depths of despair and anguish 
My bare soul stripped to the core 
Exposing all the sin 
What is left for me to accomplish 
Except failure, lust, and loss of trust 
I'm bored alone, left to myself 
Watching that list, by choice, being crushed