If life were a biscuit

~

If life were a biscuit. then mine would be stale,

crusty, at every touch

Not worth the purchase, not even on sale,

even for free is too much

Sad this existence that hides in the way,

watching the world go around

Not for the weary and no place to stay,

nothing but darkness is found

No use in weeping, my tears are all gone,

used long before this did start

Tossing the crumbs as I wait on the dawn,

another new day falls apart

If life were a biscuit, then mine would be stale,

left there to rot on the shelf

Alone once again, watching every dream fail,

with no one to blame but myself

~

Author's Note

Trying this again

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"even for free is too much" I feel that line.
And this poem...we have to fight to keep ourselves from getting stale and crusty...
Maybe if we reheat ourselves...that might work.
Nice metaphor sustained here, will.
j.