1 thought on “Four Days.”

  1. Amanda Lee
    Mar 29, 2014

    skeleton

    I feel mostly like I’m just a skeleton
    With worn out ribs and a cracked spine
    Blood shot eyes lined by dark circles
    Alabaster skin I’m constantly trying to shed
    An alien within my own habitat
    I know not where I’m going
    Or when I shall ever get there
    But I still carry on, slightly limping all the way,
    The unforgotten memories of past failure still lingering
    Reminding me I am merely bones and skin
    Emotions and ambitions left behind long ago
    Not immune to the disastrous ways of the universe

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