Something
Something, I need something to hold
arms reaching, hands grasping
for something... anything
to hold on to, keep me here
care.... what does that mean
I don't care about anything
nothing's keeping me here
slowly everything seeping out of me
something! I need something to hold
all these things inside me
spiraling drifting away like dust
swept off the ground
nothing to hold it there
trees are planted
dust to dirt
dirt to mud
it stays, the winds alleviate
what to plant
I don't have any seeds
all my trees are dead
nothing to grow
can I stay?.... no
winds come and go
the supply of me is running low
something, I need something to hold
This poem is about:
Me