Poems from enola_alone
Sterility persecutes
They’ve all gone way
There are no absolutes
As I wade through my day
I sit broken and loose
I’ve lost my old ways...
Sterility persecutes
They’ve all gone way
There are no absolutes
I sit broken and loose
I’ve lost my old ways
Sterility persecutes
And I...
We are all amoebas
Tiny
And, in the grand scheme of things
Worthless
We are all blind
Arms outstretched
Steady, ready to feel
We are all...
Sitting hunched
Wrinkled, broken
Weathered, dignified
Eyes worn through time
Soul tumbled
By waves of experience
Some good
But most led her...