1.4.10

The last match



I'm struggling for ideas

As platitudes engulf the flames

As the prairie overtakes the sea

As this dead end moment

Chokes me perpetually.


I can't handle this boat

It's awry beyond my will

A wretched wreck

Turning tricks on me.


Battling a tyrant naysayer

I float among the triteness

Struggling for ideas


Fighting for my life.


2 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

Why do you feel like that?

...just belive.

p.

João disse...

:)

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