Whilst
trying
to fix
this
hopeless
mess,
I’ve
realised,
it’s all
just
fucking
pointless
anyway.
Nobody wins.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Whilst
trying
to fix
this
hopeless
mess,
I’ve
realised,
it’s all
just
fucking
pointless
anyway.
Nobody wins.
Whatever it is you expect,
I don’t have it to give.As
Whatever it is you want,
I lost it long ago.
One day
You might be somebody’s something
He said
But today
I am nobody’s nothing
She said
One day
Somebody might love you
He said
But today
Nobody does
She said
If only I
could pair
beautiful
imagery with
my words,
lilting melody
to my song,
revelatory
meaning to
my poetry…
Perhaps it
wouldn’t
bore the
shit out
of you
as much
to read it,
as it
does me to
write it.