fire's not hot, i think
there's a fuel in my training
that drives me, finds me
on my knees, but will
my life hand me a chance yet?
i train and i train
borne by the blood, oh
it breathes like a sickly beast
running down my neck
tickling my ears
i hate their shrill cheers, i hear
but sheesh, it's my bad
what do i do now?
i wish i could break my fall
and save it all, but
i have no idea what
you're thinking, what thoughts spin in
your head, beloved?
please tell me, i need
to know, because i don't know
much yet, as you see
the world's got a plan
it hurts when it's true, but i
will try my best, 'kay?
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
