(an acrostic)
Sometimes life seems
To fall up
Around my feet -
Night fading and
Distance calling heat -
Sixteen tons, and
Today is over -
In a sea of men, I've
Lost tomorrow.
Looking for new dreams
YOU ARE READING
Syntax for Grief
Poetry{Poetry} We're keepers of each other's stories; you make me real.
August But No Wiser
(an acrostic)
Sometimes life seems
To fall up
Around my feet -
Night fading and
Distance calling heat -
Sixteen tons, and
Today is over -
In a sea of men, I've
Lost tomorrow.
Looking for new dreams