It feels something like leaning over
The top of a tall building and staring down
At all the people who are and will do
The things I could but rather wouldn't
Perhaps it's the introduction of happiness
That's robbed my ability to express in words
When I am no longer feeling content
And can only reach for poetry as an outlet.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
It feels something like leaning over
The top of a tall building and staring down
At all the people who are and will do
The things I could but rather wouldn't
Perhaps it's the introduction of happiness
That's robbed my ability to express in words
When I am no longer feeling content
And can only reach for poetry as an outlet.
This poem isn't finished now, nor will it be later.
