What I Obtain
Is mine alone.
Of what you withhold
Is yours to destroy.
So do not look at me
And imagine there are stars in my eyes
When my arms are filled with
These useless thoughts of mine.
You tell me it is simple
To let them all go
To let them fall to the ground
Where they belong
But don't you see
They have become a part of me
This terrible reality that I am
This terrible human, or the lack thereof.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry... and Other Mindless Things.
PoetryIt's a book of poems written by me. Come and sit for a little while.
