#unaligned
I'm on a late night poetry rant
standing here on my grave
everything done, everything said
a sad attempt, being brave
Pounding the lines
straining the prose
fighting for every last word
Thrashing the weeds
corn too the crib
productive and yet, still deferred
It never seems to bear fruit
no matter how hard that I try
beating my temples and brain
feeding my fears
getting by
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
We have already defined
That his life is unaligned
Where all his fears and tears
Will create all the gears
To turn together the rest of his years
Filled with right and wrong,
Weak and strong, light and dark
Where we seek to embark
In the tomorrow with unavoidable sorrow
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC