NOw on to more serious work....
the 2 minute poet reflects on a rainy gray day
The light drifted slowly
Through the falling leaves
As I wonder through my memories
And sleep overtakes me please
I watch as slowly the people come and go
And I wonder where they are now
They wither and they draw
Their last breathe in my memories
Etched in my conscience
The sorrow of a passing day
Of times never had
and people never loved
The ages and the names have
All been obscured
To protect the innocent
That is not me
Keep me gone and keep me dry
For I am not safe
Borrowing pillows and hearts
Like wine and sugar
Returning nothing before I flee
Etched the memories of all
The souls before me
the 2 minute poet reflects on a rainy gray day
The light drifted slowly
Through the falling leaves
As I wonder through my memories
And sleep overtakes me please
I watch as slowly the people come and go
And I wonder where they are now
They wither and they draw
Their last breathe in my memories
Etched in my conscience
The sorrow of a passing day
Of times never had
and people never loved
The ages and the names have
All been obscured
To protect the innocent
That is not me
Keep me gone and keep me dry
For I am not safe
Borrowing pillows and hearts
Like wine and sugar
Returning nothing before I flee
Etched the memories of all
The souls before me
Bleh..what a drag.
Nice poem.
I'm hanging in there by a thread, but I have MA to look forward to by the end of the spring. As nice as it is here, it can't beat Boston.