Jan 2015
Can you hear my pleas?
I’ve been coming up empty;
been taking heed,
but always coming up empty.
A blank wish list
each time I hit the surface.
Failure in store
flipping, crashing to the shore,
and I’ve been afraid
this chaos will forget my name;
petrified of remorse
just soaking up my source.
I’ve been coming up empty;
been taking heed,
but always coming up empty.
A blank wish list
each time I hit the surface.
Failure in store
flipping, crashing to the shore,
and I’ve been afraid
this chaos will forget my name;
petrified of remorse
just soaking up my source.
I tend to write these poems so late that I don't even know what my brain is getting at. Maybe this will look like crap in the morning...who knows.
