Drip by Christopher ShinA crumb falls to the
ground as the world
continues to peck at
the loaf of my heart.
I do not have anybody
to care for me or care
that I am still here.
Would they mind if I
let loose the dam of my
misery and let it drip?
Would you miss me if I
didn't complain so much?
Would you care if I wandered
away from the rest of your life?
Would you cry if they sent
me to my earthy home?
In my mind I doubt you would.
I'm sorry if I sound like
annoying self diluted fool.
I'm sorry that I could never
be so close to you.
Maybe it is best for me to
fizzle away in a broken
bottle of broken hopes,
and sometimes I struggle
against the warning labels.
I'm going away now and maybe
you'll learn to just forgive
me for being so miserable.
I'm sorry that I could not
have the courage to be like you.
I'm sorry that the world swallowed
me whole.
But in the end we can always
try to remember dark memories
that continue to drip through
our minds.
09/29/2003 Posted on 09/30/2003 Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
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