Wilful
by Sam M. Phillips

Just because I’m wilful,
Doesn’t mean I’m especially skilful
At the art of living,
I’m not giving
Myself the best chance possible,
In fact I’m responsible
For the weight around my neck,
My own plans I wreck.

The deck of my ship
On which my feet slip
Is constantly rolling,
But I can’t stop strolling
Its length with a casual air,
You would think I don’t care
That life is a storm
In which we’re unable to form
Any concrete conclusions,
And thus any viable solutions.

Resolutions aren’t followed,
I’m hollowed out,
Swallowed then spat out,
I shout just to drown,
I smile just to frown,
I’m a clown,
Vibrant but sad,
I’ll be glad
When the water fills my lungs,
I’m blind to the rungs
Of the great spiritual ladder,
Death adder bites,
Every mortal invites
A quick and easy release
To finally find some peace.

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