30 straight awake hours
quickly dissolves
all masks
and unrealistic ideas
that this will all be ok,
because it won't.
the common cold
is restless beside me
and i just cried way too hard
in my car
to a song about getting old fashioned.
I'm hope-less
in more ways than one.
and I can't sleep tonight
I have plays to revise
and article replies
and minerals to analyze
I screamed at the top of my lungs
so loud
that nothing came out.
someone, anyone, just call and talk to me.
I'm oh so a red wheelbarrow in the rain
with no white chickens,
just salted fields.
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