Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2019
In this way I see these too,
The cohesive clumps of rabid thoughts,
Running, scampering, dancing of their own tune,
Careless of any other.

I try to decipher this life where it all makes sense,
To everyone but me.
To breathe in the same winds as the hints of a summer's bloom,
means to me,
not the same as you.

Brooding at the corner of my unkempt bed,
Imagining, the latter days where I may have just stepped aside,
To cry inside,
but in plain view.
To decipher these nights where nothing makes sense,
Makes sense,
To me,
and to you.
In Response to: "Bad Poetry" by LolaPark
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2959739/bad-poetry/
Written by
Robert van Lingen  30/M/Anywhere But Here
(30/M/Anywhere But Here)   
  487
       Joey, East Wind, julie and Akshi Hargoon
Please log in to view and add comments on poems