Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2014
Life is a suit of armour
leaving me weighted down,
grounded, as if wearing diving boots

sits at the back of my mind
like my silent resentment,
it plagues me

a thousand black flies
in a swarm above me
each one whispers those same old words

nothing will ever
be alright in the end
Kit John Parish
Written by
Kit John Parish  Brighton
(Brighton)   
473
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems