releasing my poetry for the first time in my life

i’d never wish for a fatality to fall apon me

although i’d never complain if the sand had  run clear

critcal condition calls for you to leave me be

being the reason my ending is near

simply a goal you’ve exceeded

crossing all the exes needed

it’s a damn shame what i’ve accepted 

but sham  belief it’s justified 

although haunted by regret, i should’ve left it

habits holded by plaster

ticking faster, yet faster

yesterday was a forgotten possibility 

could things be different tomorrow 

does hope bother to exceed me

ill put my faith into tomorrow

a clean slate has potential for sorrow

could it consume my mind

who could know?