Maps of Mud and GoldA Poem by WunderlichMud and gold muddafucka.
Restless
Is this just a test? This is pretty hard Anxious Is this just business? This is pretty raw Stupid What I did's foolish I should apologize Restless and anxious and stupid I just can't pull my head from the mud Nonsense Is this obnoxious? This is far too hard Places Is this good for a rest? I don't really know Questions Filling up feelings All answers are off Nonsense and places and questions I can't visit but only deal with They knocked on the door but didn't wait long Stepped over the threshold with their shoes on Leaving topographic prints of mud That I scrubbed and scrubbed but couldn't get off They stained my soul with ridged thoughts And I don't know who's at fault So I crawled away assuming I was wrong And I won't come back until they're gone They left me a letter with only one letter I wonder if any of that matters Or maybe that's all the effort I deserve After all I'm not even in control Compared to s**t, mud is gold © 2010 WunderlichReviews
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Added on April 27, 2010Last Updated on April 27, 2010 AuthorWunderlichMarshall, VAAboutHai. I spend most of my time playing airsoft, guitar, smoking weed, writing, gaming, and listening to music. Bai. more..Writing
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