for the smallest of things
clinging to what
shreds of decency I left long ago
the mere thought of it
makes my gag reflex go
how quickly my mind
races
I need to move
need to escape
from shallow hopes
of forgotten fate
all these pipe dreams
are flushing me out of me
how can I sit here
with naught but stupid
selfish poetry
give me a line
something to cross
I need to know
that I can finish
what I started
I need to move
need to escape
from shallow hopes
of forgotten fate
it's not too late
it's not too late
please tell me that
it's not too late
© @othern 2009.

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