At These Split Ends

Just a bunch of things that have happened, stuff that was reverberating around in my head, layered together into this. What I need to do, what I see around me...yeah. Spurt of the moment.

calamity at intrusion of my privacy
this madness, will you calm this urgency
you may be this way, but it's not the way I want to be
show me the way I can improve
these falling stars, this broken mood
grow it in a garden, a field of strawberry
turning for the better in this quiet, depressed, manor
of my future
better for you and me
we can't have this tragedy
take a rest in the calm
not to let our minds get mauled
simply don't let the wind blow me away
scratch out the noun and write the name

Reviews

[Dani]

I liked the way you phrase certain parts of this. "not to let our minds get mauled" is one of them. Great write.