My laurels means nothing 
They're tenderly held together by 
cheap glue and crumble to ash
a little bit more every time I touch them
yours are made of gold and sapphire 
they're sturdy and I bet if they fell
they'd hold together nicely 
but they've never fallen 
gravity doesn't seem to affect you the way
it does me

Laurels

I often complain about my cot 
nestled neatly in the shadows 
of the mighty mountains. 
I run my mouth in agony instead of my feet.
My mind wanders.
 My body freezes under the sunless shade.