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MICHAEL ABELARDO DE LA PENA
MY POETRY

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WASTED LIFE

If flowers die,

In the midst of splendor

Then so must I,

and I am

Far from beautiful.

The corruption of my soul

Has been a gradual thing

Measured in degrees

Of degradation

Beautiful in its own dark way.

When will I bottom out?

I dont know,

But when I reach the end

I hope

That it will be a work

Of dark art

Worthy of the way

That I wasted my life.

Copyright michael abelardo de la pena 03/08/03

THE STRUGGLE

Self destructive

Theres no way around

That its my demonskeep bringing me down.

I cant seem to beat them;

The impulses that guide me

All the urges inside me

That keep trouble beside me.

Yeah, its self-destructive

What I do to my life

Its no gun,

Its no knife

That hurts me

Its my nature.

I keep driving down the same dead end

Forget about family

Lost a wife

And hurt friends

Self-destruction,

It never ends

Gotta slay this dragon before it gets to me

Gotta break free

Of temptation that drives me-

Too many women

Will be the death of me.

Copyright michael abelardo de la pena 11/11/02

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