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 Jan 18 dread
Emery Feine
DOG
 Jan 18 dread
Emery Feine
DOG
There is an exhausted dog following behind
Guilt seeps down his flowing mouth
He's falling asleep, he's going blind
He'll never make it down south

He whimpers for better dialogue
He begs me for energy
But I am that dog
And that dog is me
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 Jan 2 dread
Emma
After work
 Jan 2 dread
Emma
The way he undresses,
day's weight
s
l
i
d
i
n
g
off his skin,
bare and unburdened,
each fold whispers freedom's touch,
heat stirs deep,
a quiet flame.
Since I'm out drinking some wine and enjoying myself thought I'd share this.
It's in the night when you breathe in
And the calmness spreads within you
You look at the moon and then the skies
Feel the smile on your face
After the tears swept away
For it is the end of the day.

It's a cycle how it goes
I am aware but yet I am unprepared
It's a cycle, everything is temporary
And yet I lose the cool and get worked up
I fill the water much, it overflows the cup
So the expectations aren't met
the lifestyle is quite set

I live in past and future tense
I lose my being, the need for sense
I don't do anything in present
I am here, yet you can feel I am absent
But when I see the moon,
It reflect back right now
I feel it in my being,
In my bones seeping
I feel the calmness rise
At this moment now, I know I am wise
Forgotten away, all my vices.

— The End —