when did i stop dreaming?
when did i stop being
who you always said i would be
when did i stop eating
books like they were bread
and writing like it kept me from death
when did i stop living
and just kept on breathing?
i go back to sleep
and wake to my alarm
another day with defeat on the schedule
and despair for dinner
4 comments:
hang in there lass!
defeat is just on the schedule, it's not THE schedule, yeah?
good poem tho
EXACTLY. *sigh* exactly,
Wow, i like this poem...tis kinda somber and sad, but some of the ideas are amazing. like the comparison between eating books and eating despair, and the living/breathing. altho may i suggest narkoa as a title?
Keep going hannah. despair may be for dinner, but the only reason we eat dinner is so we'll be too full to over-indulge in dessert. Knowing how much you procrastinate i'm not too worried about defeat being on the schedule :D cheer up though, cos you write amazing poems and are (even though this may not seem completely possible) an even more amazing person. Also, the word verification for this comment is....well, yh. funny word to use if you ask me...
Love you
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