I’m going to do what I’ve seen Many others apply To their mind as they watch another’s body just die
Wait and beg after Under judge of monuments That are so very quiet in the hearts cradled resonance
Followed, bounding, cold and unfeeling Sent into the towards Of winter with, in horror, is rest upon one score
Come God in the next moment The war you’ll discuss To snow when it bombards that grave of my trust
You laying and such Laying my life Laying, that’s more than I’ve done with a scythe
You pouring me out And pouring accounts For more than what little of life I recount
Over and over You’re sick and I’m sober Into buckets, begets; we sink only closer
Until, And I’ve seen, Until the water’s mixed up
Your blood with, Nor life, nor Denying regrets
from november 6, 2018 poem from the past a day #7 i tapped into real emotions in this poem. it might not be clearly, surely about anything, but it is about something. this was made when i started thinking about my dad's mortality when he got and stayed very sick, and how weird it is to feel anything about that because he's an abuser. anyway, i did good here, for it allowed me to think with empathy and rage rather than think nothing about it at all.