Thursday, November 8, 2012

Too much, too late

It is far too late for so many expectations
to be laid around my existence
like presents around a Christmas tree.

I'm barren.
Fruitless.
Empty.

Used up.

In dire need of this approaching winter, 
I finally understand those who love the cold.

I'm too tired to do
Too angry to not.

Yodeling yoda,
you fuck.


2 comments:

  1. Wow what a powerful and emotional piece! I really love your blog. May I follow??

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