Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Falling

In solitude and cold,
I honestly cannot do anything,
not even to fart.
My mind's freaking me off.
I can't stand its terror,
it's too comical.
I just hope that there are better things to do during rainy days.
Keep it falling, soon, you'll find me trapped,
shivering, insane and helpless.

1 comment:

Jena Isle said...

You're a good poet too. I come to chance on your site through mylot. I have many poet friends. I hope you get to meet each other.

All the best.