Right, wrong,
Hey.
No.
What do I say that
Means the most?
Wait, stop,
What is wrong?
Right leg, left
Hand knows it all.
Pause, rewind
I can't see
Between blurred lines,
Where's the key?
Heart's a cold stone,
You can't hear my knock;
Echo never loud enough,
I'm just another silly dork.
Freeze. Frame.
It's all a play I write
On the day with sunlight,
Shying away from the sweet night.
Main. Support.
You're a character with a knot
I cannot sever. Oops,
Round and round the cot.
Tears. Snot.
Babies cry but you can't
And the wind blows now
But feel this rage up pent.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Sad and Weary
PuisiThis is my third book of poems and to be really honest, I'm thankful that I had even been able to finish the last two books. I feel like I'm a completely different person from the first book of poems I had started and that's okay with me. Maybe this...
