It's all piling up
I see it
The net fraying
The boulders just begging to fall
I'm just sitting
Just sitting underneath
Is this what my life has come to
Just waiting for it all to collapse
People talk to me about next year
Next month
Next week
And it's all too much
I don't want to see next week
I don't want to see tomorrow
But I will
It's a shame I'm too busy avoiding
To plan
The first pebble knocks my shoulder.
YOU ARE READING
Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
