Hindsight Hearse

Took too long to figure out what matters
The epiphany escapes, glass shatters
Exercising freedom like burrowing rabbits
Tired, digging at the walls of my habits

How to get out of the depth I’ve dug?
Held onto truth, but at the captives I shrug
You have no idea the money I’ve wasted
Could have gone to the poor but I tasted

Tasted liquor
Tasted sweet
Tasted passion between the sheet
But when all is said and done I’ll fall and scream

I didn’t do enough!
Didn’t do enough
I didn’t do a thing
Started way too late and abused every good thing

Could’ve gone to save a soul
It could’ve fed a belly
Should’ve died myself
No, I mean it! Really!

What on earth am I doing with my life?
Hiding in peace, while the world’s in strife?
This lack of empathy doesn’t look good on me
If I let my desire die, then where would I be?

Oh right it would have saved that family
Pulled him out of living a life filled with apathy
She wouldn’t’ve gone around the clock
Making ends meet, trapped in a sweatshop

I didn’t do enough
Didn’t do enough
I didn’t do a thing
Started way too late and abused every good thing

Could’ve gone to save a soul
It could’ve fed a family
Should’ve died myself
But still feel the casualty

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I hope no one feels this when they die

Copyright © 2020 by Matt Antis. Originally published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Day on December 27, 2020, by Ink Jot Kingdom.