10:07
insight fiftyone
i guess I just give in
so many numb thoughts
that day dream reality
waving for attention
for actions
when in maths
whilst numbers bore me
but all I have to write is
lines.
smiling for the mother
knowing I'm not who I am
yet smiling for the daughter
who zone's out to song
which you don't listen close to
zones out whilst singing those
lines.
straight into bed
9:27 when eyes drop low
yet flicker open to the sound of rain
flicker to watch the droplets race
weaving to create the window
lines.
sickening feeling in stomach
just a shiny thing
placed in a shaking hand
in which she wishes relief
when carved words become tears
but remembering doesn't help
and relief doesn't come
not like before
before she started the
lines.
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