Too little too late
too much too soon
Timing, never been great
Words, I swoon
Falling, face first
Hands finding each fissure
anticipation, I thirst
Absolute power, remembering own vision
On knees, then finding footing again
Readjusting tilted crown
Water like glass revealing deep within
On throne, without a king
Down falls walls
High above and into the brink
YOU ARE READING
The emotional one
PoesíaPeople say "don't just exist, live" I say if you must just exist today to get to the next, you will live. So exist and feel the existence around you until you can live, fully.
