Millions [Poetry]

nearly slumbering

nearly slumbering

october16twenty17

I open my eyes to nothing. to a world left with the lights off. a world I can't commit to taking care of myself in.

a specialty of mine is neglecting the biggest issues until they're popcorn kernels in heat. but hush, they tiptoe.

I'll keep on sewing depressed fantasy into sentences, into lines that sound like music, into art. the dark is so tragically beautiful that it doesn't take much to turn it into something worthwhile.

I'll pursue, with a head down low, tripping over daisies, with not much to go. as always.

(a/n: it isn't over yet. welcome back.)