Saturday, September 19, 2015

Each time I fall down the well,
I have trouble comparing,
to previous falls. 
I feel as if I am the saddest 
I've even been
It's not that I don't have 
that frame of reference,
its that I don't have it anymore. 

My nest is next to nothing now. 
My nest has caused sore hands
But yielded nothing. 
My nest has no more twigs. 

My friends have no more time,
while having a time.
And I just have no more time for my friends.

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