I live in a box.
Cardboard floors
catch my falls
But they are cold
I need a warm embrace
And whispers exploding
into flames
Burn the box down
There are too many secrets
I chase ghosts down gray hallways
I talk to God
I hear the Devil
I seek angels
but there are no angels
I am dead yet breathing
How can that be?
This can’t rhyme because life doesn’t rhyme and death doesn’t keep time
I lie down on this bed
My hospital gown doesn’t fit
I look like shit
I can’t lie anymore
so i sit
I am a ghost in your future
And mine
Give me time.
You can’t.
Too many lifetimes have escaped me
I hope that you're doing better than your poetry would indicate...
Kinda hard time but I am ok thanku for asking 💙
Stay strong. I know how it is to be in a hospital.
I was born with a heart condition and for many years of my youth, the hospital was my second home.
Stay strong.
One year and one year
spring youth gradual change
all but old time fools
eyebrows thin away...
Hey! Just thought i'd drop you an old Buddhist poem, well...a stanza from one of my favourite poems. Thank you very much for the follow! I appreciate it very very much!
How are you today?