All my desires
they saturate me like
a towel wrung out too many times
drowning in unknown "solutions"
my heart twisted limp to the point where
the water just flows over me
It tells me that
what’s left to do is the ***** work
the clean up
the kind that might even leave
an even bigger mess
unless
there is hope that
with a shrug and a smug grin
and a passionate rage
someone is brave enough to tear
this place of pain down
burn through the house of empty dreams
and lofty, stubborn hopes
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
All my desires
they saturate me like
a towel wrung out too many times
drowning in unknown "solutions"
my heart twisted limp to the point where
the water just flows over me
It tells me that
what’s left to do is the ***** work
the clean up
the kind that might even leave
an even bigger mess
unless
there is hope that
with a shrug and a smug grin
and a passionate rage
someone is brave enough to tear
this place of pain down
burn through the house of empty dreams
and lofty, stubborn hopes
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