the echoes rose up
from mouth to top
the ringing that reached
through a viscous darkness
the underwater dusk
wet and open
seeking to rest
or be banished
curious but
somehow busy
always fading
from light
i
am
going
to
it's hard
to know
who what
when where
why is never
close why is
the elusive it
that sweats through
i no longer write
for anyone but the
person that started writing
then slowly disappeared as
my fingers kept
tapping and i
lost sight of
the why that
i could
never have
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC
the echoes rose up
from mouth to top
the ringing that reached
through a viscous darkness
the underwater dusk
wet and open
seeking to rest
or be banished
curious but
somehow busy
always fading
from light
i
am
going
to
it's hard
to know
who what
when where
why is never
close why is
the elusive it
that sweats through
i no longer write
for anyone but the
person that started writing
then slowly disappeared as
my fingers kept
tapping and i
lost sight of
the why that
i could
never have
