the dawn slumbers in a sweet blunder…
ignores the fall of light..the knocking of thunder
an entire field
leaves with me..
the hand which feeds…
and so i waste away so sweet
i can smell my hands my arms..legs my feet
i’m human i know..i’ve a mother too
i cant let her down…can’t do what i feel i must do
november will come and go..
i will then be 29
breathing…and asking why
i’m still alive.
…when i know i should be
….no question..no doubt….
put on earth….to control …
that which we complain about
Poem written in 2007. Published in 2008.
Of melancholic nature as most of my poetry/ramblings is. Appreciate it for what it is.