Poems from Keyofspade
For such blunders, my merry spirit, or what’s left of it, grew distraught.
I find myself all the more weary as if rocks were stacked...
The move was unanticipated but brutal
The punch that you recieved from Life
Obliterates you to the core
Always thinking it won't be me
But...
I am from stalks of rice plants wallowing in the rural plains
From long distance roads leading the little me home for dinner and killer...
Vision haze,
Time slipping
Mind resting
Knowing, knowing
The ponderer sleeps
Without a word or peep
keeping mind of dues
Keeping mind of...
For such blunders, my merry spirit, or what’s left of it, grew distraught.
I find myself all the more weary as if rocks were stacked...