I lack gravity.
But it still
keeps me down,
I have no dignity,
And I’m
stuck on the ground.
I can’t soar,
Like an
eagle or a seagull
Nor float,
Like a huge balloon,
Even though I’m
full of hot air,
I’m still stubbornly
stuck down here.
I dream daily
and nightly
That I can
fly
Yet I’m stuck
to the floor.
Which is
something I deplore,
As I feel
that there has to be more,
There has to
be another angle.
I been
trying to be good all my life,
In order to
become an angel;
Yet I seldom,
refuse
Any chance
to sin,
So that’s
why I fallback.
On land
locked failure.
1 comment:
I really love your writing: I love the combination of humour and tragedy.
The word 'gravitarse' came to me this morning while I was brushing my teeth, and I decided to Google it - and that's how I found your poems!
I'm working on a series of cartoons on my website: https://unokay.com/ I hope with a sort of dark humour.
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