Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
watch from afar counting shadows viewing life splayed out mercy to the chaos of gusts. I have retreated battalions to have them pluck memories, before they can become sugary over-ripe. sequestered from the clamor. there were things that were suppose to happen I am sure of this. instead minutes were splashed, squandered upon walls and floors
0
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
Over-Ripe & Squandered
watch from afar counting shadows viewing life splayed out mercy to the chaos of gusts. I have retreated battalions to have them pluck memories, before they can become sugary over-ripe. sequestered from the clamor. there were things that were suppose to happen I am sure of this. instead minutes were splashed, squandered upon walls and floors
my-name-here
Written by
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem