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November 21, 2017

The heart feels to be sinking.
As if to say that I fucked up.
To tell my brain that I overemphasized.
Telling my body to feel lonely.
After a meaningful and hopeful conversation.
Tallys on my own quivering pettiness.
Alongside with an understanding.
That timing is what’s corrupting.
After long debated work practices, which I digress.
Thinking too much trivializes my mind.
Another of the great weaknesses of man.
Today, I must be hopeful.
Amongst the feeling of dread.
To say I’m optimistic is wrong.
A day at a time and a step to a step.
Truth is never wrong.
And I’m just on one side ignorant to the other.

From → Poems

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