Life is an accelerator
But I hate her
She trips on words
And works my nerves
Life pushes me away from you
Begged her not to
Indeed I lost
To sting the wasp
Life yelped in rhetorical ways
Pocket of space
When questions soar
In masking roars
Life cried herself to sleep last night
Polluting sight
As stars dim out
With clouds of doubt.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 7:43 AM UTC
Life is an accelerator
But I hate her
She trips on words
And works my nerves
Life pushes me away from you
Begged her not to
Indeed I lost
To sting the wasp
Life yelped in rhetorical ways
Pocket of space
When questions soar
In masking roars
Life cried herself to sleep last night
Polluting sight
As stars dim out
With clouds of doubt.