Nov 19, 2024 09:06
For some reason it seems easier for me to write sad poems...
I will disappear into evening’s mist
until I’m nothing but a shadow in a shadow’s eye
lean in purpose, less than a pencil’s edge
watch me stagger like a spinning top
fading into waves of waning dust
I will grasp a door unused
until I’m nothing but a hand on a trembling knob,
steps unmeasured, less than a footprints ghost
watch me fall like a fearful glove
splashing into a pitiful well
I will toss a coin in the land of wishes
until I'm nothing but a penny with dollar dreams
bills unspent, less than a fraction of what I cost
watch me spin like a worthless wheel
digging into the stagnant earth
my poems,
poems