#dither
How little men control
Their own destinies.
At a lost,
As to my internal monologue,
In a deluge of constant questioning.
And as to the control I do command,
With what to, is done?
As to the destiny I am ******
Is it better to dither from forver, hitherto?
Or slaughter fear, and give anxiety the rub.
Jun 13, 2023
Jun 13, 2023 at 8:37 PM UTC
My path ahead, troubled;
through the blankets of snow, I plod.
I find myself in the wood,
boughs shrouded in fog.
The mist like a fever,
weighing down my soul.
I come to the fork in the road,
where I dither and brood.
Awake, yellow sun!
Cast your rays of light.
Rid me from this veil,
my peril, and plight.
Sweet mornings song,
notes carried through the wind.
My path now clear,
no struggle within.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
Pitter patter patterns ******* water on 2 Window s ills
slither slather slip purr wee wind whistles thru two tree pick s ee's
nestled tween the teeth grips silhouetted skyline
sunlit tea cups
how sweet it is 2 whittle time 4 love and space
slow settled be twin hill splits
and
mind sits
my flesh is DITHER dimpled by the thrill of it.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC