Poems from apetrig
A missing child,
Wondering through day and night,
I have no anchor,
No foundation to stand upon,
No balance on unfamiliar ground.
Lost...
There’s no use in looking back
And a thousand in forging on.
Cut the strands to dying homes;
We have a million collective tomorrows,
And...
Is there a reason
For the way you love me?
Please share it
So I can fathom why I’m worth your while.
Give me a reason
To reason with...
You ask me why I’m here,
Painted red in a firing range.
You want to know who left me this way.
I can only say myself.
Yes, I tied myself...
Life feels heavy
When it rests inside my head.
The morning feels like an extension of night
When I lay here alone.