Scribbled tales read by everyone.

Scribbled tales read by everyone.

A Poem by Timewithoutgesture

I'm the one who hurt you.
No one else could.
Out of words and context.
I feel on the brink of tears a lot.
It's like the land trying to drink in a drought. You might be thirsty but it won't be quenched.
I live amongst the power lines upside down I look. I fight with another of my kind for you the frog.
I'm a bat ready to bite anything I see. I'm a bat ready to hit everything I see. I'm a bat who clipped his own wings. I'm a bat snapped in half.
Again with the tears the river doesn't flow south towards a wider mouth. It clogs up and flows seldomly .

© 2020 Timewithoutgesture

Author's Note

Ignore any mistakes, repetitive words (my vocabulary is really small) and have a wonderful day

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Added on February 15, 2020
Last Updated on February 15, 2020