a poem
i am but a featherdrifting between worldsforced to floaton the whims of the wind
Sometimes,I feel like a seed.A potential inert,A possibility to succeed.So just put me in the dirtAnd give…
I want youTo notice me.
Memories compress,In the recess of the mind.Thoughts confined,By the passing of time.
I’m on the brink,I’m out of sync,I need time to think.
I’m not feeling good today,All good feelings gone away,I don’t think I’ve the energy to…
something innocuousi’m triggered againi knowit’s not your faultdespite how it feelsthere’s nothing to be…
The clarity of the past is blinding, With ill-conceived words And deeds now…
Sing, my sweet heart