For Now

For Now

 

Drunk by midmorning

never so discontent

or desperate,

some say crazy.

 

Perhaps?

Muddled like old macaroni

sitting in the sun,

and yet unattended.

 

Bothersome;

all this extra skin,

this baggage,

these pieces to

someone else’s puzzle

I’m stuck with.

 

For now.

And crying about it

never helps,

just draws trails

of cheap eyeliner

to my lips.

 

Making a clown

out of a doll’s face,

like spoon feeding

a baby;

nothing but mess.

 

Yet I know

I still have so much to look forward too,

I do!

 

Just no way to get there.

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

Sadly this happens to alot of people
who become down on themselves
looking for a way out, somewhere
better. I love this line....

"I still have so much to look forward too,

I do!



Just no way to get there."