#hardhitting
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
Not a finger shall I straighten
In my computation
As I recount my lamentation
At the havoc that you wrought
No calculator needed
As I reconcile my thesis
Such low number needs no genius
Nor exertion of my thought
For such a pitiable sum
Is understood by deaf and dumb
Neither finger nor my thumb
Nor mathematics bureau
Should be dispatched to this cause
In simple algebraic laws
With your love so full of flaws
My counting is rested now at zero
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC
Hard-hitting;
Slowly it courses through me,
Burning, bit by bit;
Heightening feelings, numbing inhibitions.
Light headed, heavy hearted, I sway;
Every step unsure.
Blurred thoughts, tunneled vision.
It helps, escaping.
For just a few hours maybe.
Escaping,
The neverending chaos that life presents,
My current reality.
Helps forgetting,
Emotions I cannot comprehend,
A world so baffling.
A few (many) shots of neat green apple *****
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC