Poems from sydneynclark
Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world and currently awaiting the midnight train (going to college).
I am wishy-washy.
Not the wish-wash of a washing machine,
but the wish-wash of water.
Fluidity is a beautiful thing.
It is unreliable...
The frustration of life.
The absolute and direct pang,
Like death but harsher,
Like fire but so much more brazen.
Every word I write,...