Posted by Raven Ultra on Friday, August 21, 2009
Under: Poem
Nothing
Reach up for the clouds, clouds that I cannot reach.
Stretch high, not tall, too short, too small.
Struggle for the things that slip through my fibble fingers, I struggle.
Not strong, too weak, not human, not alien.
Nothing.
Look out at the waters, waters too deep that I can only look.
Can't breathe, no air, more water, I can't bare.
Diffecult to move through the cold waters, too difficult.
Not strong, too weak, not human, not alien.
Nothing.
In : Poem