The Docile Sloths

How I see myself.

Here we are

The ones that hang from the trees

With the look of sloth in our eyes

The Docile Sloths

Happy in our s**t-fed home

Happy to be alone

Here we are now

The ones that move two or three a day

Under the great bleeding Sun

Which drips over our eyes

Onto the world below

And gives it it's glow

And here we are now, again

Only just reached the green

That forms our desires out of the sky

Even if its gray

Then we chew

And forget what it is to be blue

Here we were and now are not

Fallen from our s**t-fed tree

Happy to not be alive

Happy to have lived and to have died

Forgotten are The Docile Sloths

Forever or is it not?

Author's Note

:)

Reviews

[stephanie.elaine]

I love the sun stanza. It is very creative, and gives smooth movement to your poem.