what is it
just another sound
i begin to knit
for another round
come to think about it
it never quit
i’m feeling it
from the bottom of a pit
one sight in years
unbearable tears
liberty sounds lovely
but it is heavenly
they say this is worth
anything else is dirt
i take it for granted
letting myself pricked
does it get better
it does taste bitter
does it ever end
i can only pretend
cause this is the sewer
where people suffer
idling the reality
and nurtures it within
frankly
i’m aching for light
but alas
the thread lasts
and there’s nothing i can do about it
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
what is it
just another sound
i begin to knit
for another round
come to think about it
it never quit
i’m feeling it
from the bottom of a pit
one sight in years
unbearable tears
liberty sounds lovely
but it is heavenly
they say this is worth
anything else is dirt
i take it for granted
letting myself pricked
does it get better
it does taste bitter
does it ever end
i can only pretend
cause this is the sewer
where people suffer
idling the reality
and nurtures it within
frankly
i’m aching for light
but alas
the thread lasts
and there’s nothing i can do about it
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