Squished.
Into this barren plane
With time staring
into ceiling skies.
Wondering if I (have)
will make it out
of the cave I was placed
before I die.
Won't you help me,
dear friend?
I cannot seem to recover,
from the places I see
and have never been.
from what I hear
but have never said.
From what you tell me,
I complain too much.
Then you turn to me, and say,
it is the strong
that keep us meek.
The strong that keep us safe.
When I tell you, without honey
nothing is sweet,
and no one has ever been safe.
And you turn, and I do,
And we are both sitting
in the same cave,
I, unamazed.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
Squished.
Into this barren plane
With time staring
into ceiling skies.
Wondering if I (have)
will make it out
of the cave I was placed
before I die.
Won't you help me,
dear friend?
I cannot seem to recover,
from the places I see
and have never been.
from what I hear
but have never said.
From what you tell me,
I complain too much.
Then you turn to me, and say,
it is the strong
that keep us meek.
The strong that keep us safe.
When I tell you, without honey
nothing is sweet,
and no one has ever been safe.
And you turn, and I do,
And we are both sitting
in the same cave,
I, unamazed.