i dropped a plate once
and i stood there
looking at each crack
and break
like it would somehow change
and i
waited
and
wondered
hoping for something better
than what i dropped
i dropped a glass once
and i stared at you
anticipating the obvious
that never happened
and i couldn't put it back together
and i knew it would never be fixed
but i wish it was
and i wished i could change it
but i can't change it
no matter how hard
we try
we cannot fix
what will always be broken
[This is a reposted edited version of a previous poem of mine.]
when all we have is spent–
what will we have left?
people once before us–
i walked down the street
the streets i once used to know
filled with regrets and heavy with burdens
of what once happened here
i walked down the street
a block or so down
I believe in god even though I may know he doesn’t exist
I know the mountains were not formed by him
Instead it is the science in the world
The reason we are here in this moment
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.