Introspective (Poetry)

I doubt that I’m a decent human being
I look inside and count each stupid flaw
I analyse mistakes from the beginning
and stress about it ’til my brain is sore

I don’t believe in Hell or the Hereafter
I think the end’s the end — and that’s okay
but looking back my life’s one long disaster
and all my fault — there’s nothing more to say

So what’s the use of sitting and reflecting
on what is gone — this wallow in regret?
The doubts and fears like shadows Time’s collecting
get caught within imagination’s net ...

Was it so bad — this trip down Fate’s pale highway?
Did nothing on that journey bring a smile?
Though fame and fortune never pointed my way
some interludes proved pleasant for a while

Those miles are done — it’s dusk on the horizon
the glow of sun on treetops lingers still
I search for lost love’s ghost to set my eyes on
and ride the tilt — the gradual slide downhill