Are you okay?
That's all I am.
On my highest lows and lowest highs;
They aren't painful enough to be noticed,
They aren't anxious enough to pacify.
Is your heart unclean?
Yes, it's musty since long.
Like spiderwebs dancing in the flowing wind,
And grimy, fallen, torn paper behind the bed
The downing pieces are now all finned.
Do you want to go back?
No, I want to crawl forward.
I've missed myself in search of myself on the roads
And I only covet to find my ruination
On the roads less travelled and more.
YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall | ✔
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
