unconnectable
my call goes out across the seas
it echos back to no one but me
a cry of love that’s never heard
an idea that can’t be that absurd
i reach out my hand, stretching miles
my arms gets tired after a while
inside it goes, back to safety
back to always saying maybe
i feel like i’m unconnectable
and that my fate is inescapable
my hands are rough my knees are skinned
it’s time i stopped looking for a win
This poem is about:
Me