On occasion I get inspiration to write some poems, usually when I'm high as shit. Here is one such poem.
In the Err
I’ve made several, some large, some small
None that I’m proud of and hate they're my fault
But from most I have learned, albeit too late
Could they have been prevented, or is it just fate?
Due to my errs, alone here I sit
So mad at myself, sometimes I could spit
Believe it or not, I do care, I do love
I do have emotions, you once were a part of
But there’s one thing I must say. No, I must ask,
How long will you hold on to the past?