"rockchair" poems
At the only dead-end
hanging on the edge
If I pretend to have it all
they must ignore my fall.
Swinging back and forth
in the timeless rockchair
I recall the sweet bits of my life
trying to ignore the bitterness of their demons
Had I risked it all,
would the audience still applaud when I fall?
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC