Another poem that I happened to write today so it's not polished. Sorry about not updating story wise, the whole thing is still kind of in limbo. Ah well, enjoy.
I cannot give a thought
To forever,
The future being ever bleak
Yet there is comfort
In the unknown.
Plan after plan dished out
Like Prozac
To this melancholy nation,
And they keep hitting
Nettles burrowing beneath the surface
The spiders clawing away
As I suffer to betray them
Allowing the monotony of fabled certainty to
Kill their unborn sacs.
The collar being clasped
Just as solitude becomes love.
Infinite steel circle,
A ring of warped promise
To remind coming moments
Set by someone else.
1 comment:
Your word choices are phenomenal! I've been eagerly awaiting more of your writing!
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