constant bathing
is a sign
of depression.
when it is
3 am
and once more I cannot sleep
when I have school
in a couple of hours
I could do nothing
but clutter in pretense
that I am not
just
mere.
that I am not a child
who's existence
or non existence
dose not displace
the particles
of the world
who's poetry is not
limited
and repetitive.
I sit
in a flesh burning
bathtub,
afraid.
tomorrow
will repeat
yesterday.
I will walk
through the school gates
and exist,
if not less
exactly the same.
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