Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2022
I guess I want

I want the prize of youth
I want an atheist certainty
That pride in knowing how things are
I want that person who ignores me

I want what my father and his father want

A faith that has a dollar sense about it all

I want that death knell

To freeze.

This then

Is a last ditch effort to throw words at you

Without hate.
jiminy-littly
Written by
jiminy-littly  M/NYC
(M/NYC)   
129
   Larry
Please log in to view and add comments on poems