#wishingformore
Forth, nothing to write,
I have nothing of worth.
Vindictive, my mind,
Empathy I wish.
Slowly drifting for:
Yore profundity,
Long undiscovered,
Long the unwritten,
As ubiquity.
But instead I stare,
Low-lit screens return,
Emptiness except
Syllables of five.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC