Sunny Disposition Poem by Nathan Streango

I have now given myself almost completely to my sins,
And once again ignoring God and running to my friends,
It’s like I never learn,
It’s like I wanna burn,
I push reset but buttons stuck so where do I begin,

When I was only five,
I’d find a room and hide,
And then I’d close my eyes,
And do some things that I despise,
When I turned seventeen
I was freed from these things,
But demons chasing me
I see them roaming in my sleep,
They come and they possess me,
The carnal sins caress me,
The guilt is so distressing,
I find myself investing,
In all the bodies pleasures,
And all the worldly treasures,
I’m as flimsy as a feather,
That is twirling from the weather,
And I can sit and cry,
Or I can try to die,
Or I could ask you why,
I’ll still be stuck in lies,
My cups completely full,
I’ve broken all the rules,
I cling to broken jewels,
And build with broken tools,
So when will this be over,
I’m drenched in satans odor,
I’m tied in chains while sober,
I’m the super anti-drover,
I’m a winner who never won,
I’m the father without a son,
I’m the soldier without a gun,
I’m the ultimate lonely one.