Underachieving Poems

Too Late

Life is not a slender stream.
It flows like lava in urgent seams.
I can't deny the way it feels.
Life is hex'd with bitter seals.

I gain momentum in sudden jolts
Pain, it pins with subtle bolts.
I cry to tear my breath away.
The words I utter; please, I pray.

Whispering words, you're here again
The cringe and crunch of acid rain
The echoing paint of hurt in my eyes
I pray to God, you're still alive.

I love you to know that you're all I need
You need to know, you've cursed your deed.
I feel like tying a rope to my heart
And jump in honor of falling apart.