on days when the rain pours,
i sit under the awning and twiddle my little thumbs,
staring at the sky with my little eye.
my wishes aren't answered on shooting stars,
but on the roars of thunder and the heat of lightning.
a storm is brewing inside my mind
and my rancid tongue of dirty words
is shooting like an automatic
because of something irrational.
my calloused fingers run over flames
and all my prayers are answered with pain.
i'm trapped in that corner again,
and self reliance is all that remains.
i'm going crazy because everything is crumbling.
even when i stand up, i end up stumbling.
all i know is going tumbling, and even though i know
we can get through it. my mind is racing, and all i can think
is...
Fuck













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