Saturday, March 04, 2023

gravitarse

 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:

Unknown said...

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.