May 2018
Stares from the albatross surround me,
like a helpless fish in a sea of what if's,
their soulless, solemn Should Eyes
glare into my dreaded abyss.
Curtains are drawn and doors are locked,
but Should Eyes creep through cracks
the way air and ants get in.
My spine sweats subtle weight
sending shivers down dampened vertebrae,
while anxiously awaiting another day.
WHAT IF I SHOULD?
like a helpless fish in a sea of what if's,
their soulless, solemn Should Eyes
glare into my dreaded abyss.
Curtains are drawn and doors are locked,
but Should Eyes creep through cracks
the way air and ants get in.
My spine sweats subtle weight
sending shivers down dampened vertebrae,
while anxiously awaiting another day.
WHAT IF I SHOULD?
There is a court date of what if's and should I's coming. We have all been subpoenaed and are in this together. You will know when to show up. Mine is tomorrow.
"The People vs. The End"
"The People vs. The End"
