#gutters
And it waited a moment longer than a moment’s pause
It was rain resisting its temper, attempting tenderness
Each drop the poignant pain in a patient bladder
when you hold to hear the end
of a song in a play or a whisper behind you
despite your body insisting you must leave
Then, it drowned the saplings in the gutter
a violent politeness
an apology for impeding
a housewarming gift
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 3:27 PM UTC
Deep down in the gutters of my soul
Are the hopes and aspirations I have no more
Are the dark desires, the inhuman in me
Are the deadly fires, the path of destruction leads.
Far away in the dumps of my soul
Is the true me,
That which I am no more
I get cooler as the world grows more cold
I am becoming nothing,
Nothing more than a lost soul.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC