No purpose, without A goal Life happens Trying to Ride the waves, but Sometimes I'm just drowning
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No purpose, without A goal Life happens Trying to Ride the waves, but Sometimes I'm just drowning
Friday night and
everybody’s drinking, I
already drank all my wine
Who cares When you catch me Falling I do
When I face My face looking Back Wrinkled, my belly Boldened I will get Through, this, Another day
Sometimes I don't
want to share my clouds
And then they're there
Just for me
First smoke this morning, in
the garden, enjoying a few
beams of sunlight, the drops
on the grass glistening and
the chatter of the birds.
Another
Day
Here
We
Go
The words are There, but they Don't tell me Their story I'll let them be Another day then Let's see how They'll turn
The things I've seen I stored away in Heavy heart, liver, lungs My body dragging Fatty layer upon layer Until I've found my place And when I finally lay down The dirt engulfing me, the Sky a distant thought I know I can Let go at last
I close my eyes and
Lay down with
My deaf ear up
The sounds of
The day subsiding
Into muffled silence