This is how you stab the light
With your fingertip.
This is how you pass the night
Short of taking sip.
This is how you rhyme again
Addicted to constraint.
This is how a rhyme begins
Embracing that constraint.
Embracing what’s been given us
By those who steered before.
Bracing for what’s given us
Just beyond that door.
Bracing for that moment when
The shit will hit the fan.
Bracing for that moment when
We all need some new plan.
-
Author:
ModernBard (
Offline) - Published: May 10th, 2022 19:46
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 13
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.