I stutter and stumble
the right words
already been said
I soon discover
I drifted
between life and death
excuses strangled
my lying breath
I operate
like a broken machine
convenient for me
but unplugged
to your hopes and dreams
I started to squeak
when I walk
Forgot to maintenance
my body
with the shit
I talk
Look past your eyes
to another face
So I can start over
leave this place
Copyright © 2012 Christopher Lynn Lane
No comments:
Post a Comment