I want to write but I can’t find the right words,
to explain what I feel in life
In life, they liken to a rollercoaster ride I’ve never rode
but as waters that ripple; I’ve myself indulged
sinking in shallow bodies.
But to who do I owe the explanation to
I am swinging to the after tea downpour of loathing,
And I tell my self good morning after
For another sun rises, yet another
And the pile heightens to an amount
Of empty silhouettes in the night sky
each day, and each day I ask
my repentance and favors
and will to obey.