This poem is about the struggles in dealing with poor decisions in life. With no decisive or intermittent plan in place, frustration and indecision are followed by resignation and anger. - poetheart 06/30/02
Exhausting inspiration, too full to realize the love in life.
This can be bad to the soul, for I have one packed with strife.
At once, it is gone, as weird as it came.
Want to provoke what's in me, should abstain.
Jumbled scribbles, lets try, we live so long.
Something lacking, cannot pinpoint but forge forward strong.
Feeling drained, will replenish with restrain.
Leave somewhere, anywhere, and make it look refrained.
It will be constant not forever, fastidious for sure.
Mighty entertainer is calling again, everything's a blur.
Must respond, by releasing respect astray.
No matter, will be defeat, in any way.
by Brad Morin