Monday, December 7, 2015


My skin is thick
But my patience grows thin
It's so thin you can see through it
Like waxed paper, almost transparent
I'm almost on the edge
And there won't be no wings
If I fall down
No bouncing back either
It's a one way trip
Into dark lands of my mind
If I walk I'll walk alone
And leave everything behind
Because as things are now
A man can't even write a poem in peace

It's fucking hilarious. All this.

1 comment:

  1. Very nice. Most of us have felts this way at one time or another but writing keeps some of us sane :)