In every single attempt <br />to reach out and touch life <br />to reach out and touch love <br />to reach out and touch reality <br />I pull back with a handfull <br />of regret <br />and self-loathing. <br /> <br />It doesn't last long. <br />I manage to wash my hands of it. <br />I manage to continue. <br />I manage, <br />but that is all. <br /> <br />Bad luck follows me <br />like a dog <br />that's lost it's way. <br /> <br />I love life. <br />I just don't love mine.<br /><br />Erica Francis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-don-t-regret-either/
