I wish I could find
My creative side;
yet, once again it
falls to the wayside
Much like the cigarette ashes do
as I drift off,
burning holes into my favorite t-shirts
before I have a chance to
extinguish the embers.
I'm fine though, thanks for asking
I managed to only
break Mother's favorite glass bowl
cutting my fingers, but
I'm fine
There's no need to worry, after all,
I am here, writing
Trying to catch my own fall,
even though I may be too late
to extinguish my own flames.
Though, I am trying not to
burn holes or break
anyone's favorite things.
YOU ARE READING
For You
PoetryThis is for you. If you're seeing this, I hope you read it. A collection of my poetry. Ongoing.
