Getting by

So, I'll get by soon,

If only you can hold somebody.

Tense, Maybe ill die soon,

Lashing out, I'm a still body.

I don't believe you at all,

I wanna be somebody.

I wanna feel something bothering me.

I'm asleep, listening for real.

Don't satisfy my itch, I'm sorry. 



  • Clara

    Hi Darren, fine little poem here. Definitely multilayered, much enjoyed. Also, the picture is great, suited to the words I think.

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