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voices on the bus (Free verse) by Crakyamuni
Working this out has been hard you know,
time is unwinding but your never home,
I can't say this again, it's the same in the end,
you don't hear me, and it's never reminding
Alone was never so easy when I could afford
to waste your time
It's hard now but I've managed to clutch at my mind
It was so lost in that place
cement and displaced
unforgiving as the half dead fully living
in a trap made of flesh and death
only romancing under drink and excess
I should have died where you found living
I've been wishful friends
my delusions had no end
and only just now they have started once again
some homes become nothing you can mend
only places to forget any forgiving
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