~w e a r e l o s t ~
~ w e a r e b r o k e n~
~ w e a r e t h e a n t s ~
we are the ants
clinging to destiny like lust
follow a wayward meander, dreams don't match
you hoped, but today hope failed
she sank her teeth deep into patchy skin
and left purple cuts now sewn shut with eyes closed
it's an unknown time
watch how this glass fits under your feet
you don't know this rhythm
why do you- we- walk on?
do we really hold destiny's hand like a child?
it is a fickle trust
today, you don't like your path
you've been a marching ant
the honey rolls mesmerizingly slow
(it's a gold you've only imagined
but it tastes bitter against your teeth)
YOU ARE READING
RUST
Poetrywhen you hold the moon in one palm and the earth in the other, that's when you know you've won xXxXxXx If words are the anchors, this book is my lifeline. Just a book of poems.
