Moments winged by sadness
Clutching the heart in a grip
So vice like that it scares me
That this heady wave of emotion
will drag me away
And hurtle me into a dark pool
From whence only the valiant return
Can it be helped?
Feeling as melancholic as i do now
Using one tissue at a time
Each one soggier than the other
Listening to the slow hum of the ceiling fan
Wondering why?
Why is it i torture myself so?
With expectations galore
Hoping that my marbles would
Actually walk
Or the pigs in my dreams take to the skies
Wishful thinking
Laced with a pocket full of aspirations
One day in a distant future
I shall find the peace i so fervently seek.
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