VEE and THE SONNETS bloggerama

Next to Nothing

today i am filled with emptiness
the anger subsides but im feeling frail
a simple photograph will set me on fire
a need too simple to forget
so here i rest myself on painted wings
lush clouds and surreal pastures
there is nothing here
except the hum of machines
and the everyday boredom of future days
i leave myself alone
i cant promise myself anything
i want to touch and love
but the price is too much
maybe if i settle
maybe if i do things right
maybe if i were to become responsible
will i forget that child
and procreate
and leave the world a dirtier place
thats how i feel
dirty for even suggesting surrender
and the world marches on
and the mornings are filled with indifference
i will remain whole and intacton a bed of concrete
asleep and alone