The dice rattle in the back of your head
They clack against your skull as you try to figure out the chance it could even happen
Dreams so big you question whether jumping the chasm is worth the countless falls
The stinging scrapes
The broken heart
The shattered soul
"What if I don't want it enough?" The thought bugs you like a thirsty mosquito, poking your skin and zipping around the room to avoid your backlash.
You have an idea
You have a dream
But you lack the work
And the discipline
You're lazy
Stupid
And unoriginal
So here you are
Wasting time
Watching netflix
YOU ARE READING
Poems From The Rooftop
PoésieAnother collection of poems is in order bc I'm in a creative writing class now. I'll share meh good ones here.
