These days
It seems like you
Only show up to
Aggravate me.
You erase my
Footprints,
Rendering me
Aimless.
When I thirst,
You bring storms;
I simply ask
For a cup’s worth.
At night, When it’s coldest;
You aren’t there.
You sleep soundly?
When you’re mad;
You kick sand
In my face.
I’m still blind.
I still walk;
For every step’s
A nail down
The new womb.
Try and chase me.
-Juan Carlos Gomez
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC
These days
It seems like you
Only show up to
Aggravate me.
You erase my
Footprints,
Rendering me
Aimless.
When I thirst,
You bring storms;
I simply ask
For a cup’s worth.
At night, When it’s coldest;
You aren’t there.
You sleep soundly?
When you’re mad;
You kick sand
In my face.
I’m still blind.
I still walk;
For every step’s
A nail down
The new womb.
Try and chase me.
-Juan Carlos Gomez
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