So and so
wakes up scared,
sleeps too much
or not enough
everything changes
but nothing does
anything
if he
doesn't
or she
doesn't
and they don't
have the time or the
energ
y
winter is coming and it's
grey it's always
grey
all he can do is
think about it
tell it to the traffic
nowhere to go
because the
rivers never freeze
in this town there's
no bridge out
he's trapped here
forever.
3 comments:
My gad Roberts, these are heavy. I'd like to say keep 'em coming, but I also want to tap, tap, I give, I give, mercy, please.
ha ha! ok. soon i promise something more cheerful.
Noooo, not more cheerful. Write the next one so intense that I have to sit in my room all day thinking about my life. Tangle us up in melancholy gloom, inescapable and painful like having your locks wound in the brambles and a huge stone on your chest. Swinging the pendulum one way, can cause the relational opposite, I'm certain. Look at blues music.
PS. Nice Work
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