Poem
So I'm an emotional retard. Many of you already know this. Hey, atleast I'm not in denile. Let us just say that my best coping skill is running. So, this is the poem I wrote a few hours after I ran. Hope you like it, actually no I don't. I don't give a poo if you do or not.
Ode to the Emotionally Challenged (some people don't like the word "retard")
the streetlight’s glow
reflecting off snow
is bright enough to write this now
it’s been hours
memory sours
of the few minutes i allow
i’m overboard
ships harbored and stored
i’ve got to let you in somehow
Past’s horror grips
a broken heart slips
in the wake of a steal snow plough
Ode to the Emotionally Challenged (some people don't like the word "retard")
the streetlight’s glow
reflecting off snow
is bright enough to write this now
it’s been hours
memory sours
of the few minutes i allow
i’m overboard
ships harbored and stored
i’ve got to let you in somehow
Past’s horror grips
a broken heart slips
in the wake of a steal snow plough