The word sad sounds slow
The rain swings my feet
To my childishly seat.
Only the floors glow
When you sit
this low.
"Down angry"...."staring down"
The mirrior" .....has melted"
into my
ground.
The floor Looking
pass the
floor"
First ever" for a
floor" to see"
It's ground
Floor.
seems" too" bee" seeking,
the only... the one...
Thing missing...
The ocean's" dont want"
a me.
"wants"
my bleed" but without"
a me.
So im sad"
And
wounder if"
If father"
can
see that.
In the moment
im set.
Low deep
and
dark shark.
In what" wet rain
Those a clown whale
Blow his bark.
And swim next
Noah's Arc.
The same tear
all feared
Too hear.
That speared
mobby dick
And Made me
sick.
These snail rain
Sticking on suckling
My soul, my core,
And leaving me"
Dry.
- Author: 🚂oey M. Poetrydelivery (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 21st, 2018 12:03
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 9
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