Poetry For Everyday People
Trying To Save My Self
It's the places
we can't reach,
that spot
in the middle of our backs,
oh that itch man,
that comes
in the middle of the night,
pushes us out of bed,
makes us walk around in circles,
emptiness sometimes feels full,
like a kiss before it happens,
I like gathering thoughts
like wood for a fire,
and I sing silently
when I just can't take it
"one soft infested summer
me and terry became friends
trying in vain to breath the fire
we were born in"
and I feel better,
I get a drink of water,
I slip back into bed,
or I just sit
and write.
we can't reach,
that spot
in the middle of our backs,
oh that itch man,
that comes
in the middle of the night,
pushes us out of bed,
makes us walk around in circles,
emptiness sometimes feels full,
like a kiss before it happens,
I like gathering thoughts
like wood for a fire,
and I sing silently
when I just can't take it
"one soft infested summer
me and terry became friends
trying in vain to breath the fire
we were born in"
and I feel better,
I get a drink of water,
I slip back into bed,
or I just sit
and write.
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Trying To Save My Self
Trying To Save My Self
