Survival
I will stand under trees
in
lightning,
cross
streets as the light turns
red,
swallow sleeping pills
with gin,
scourge myself with the
worst of odds
hoping that the same impulse of fate
hoping that the same impulse of fate
that took you from me
will take what’s left of me.
will take what’s left of me.
Peculiar Storm -- George Nova
No comments:
Post a Comment
Join the conversation! What is your reaction to the post?