a mind block with no key to the lock;
caskets float and burn -
you're lucky to even get an urn.
memories taken by age -
understand: no amount of sage
will drive the Devil away.
this is the life, full of choice.
you either get lucky
or lose all your rewards
because of your head or your heart.
yet they never learn, foolish mortals,
that papers are not flowers
and tanning bed lights are not from the sun.
YOU ARE READING
the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
