English fails me
Time and time again
Leaves me on my knees
Lost & Tired.
I can see the sentiments
I don’t have the tools to quench my minds fires
Blazing in tiny fleeting corners.
Hinges limp & creaking in the desert wind
Yearning for this taste my body cannot relate to.
Because it’s earthy and
I am spacey.
I am starry
I’ve been stolen from
The opportunity isn’t mine.
Disappointed from my own intent.
This isn’t mine.
Because it had to be curated that way
It wasn’t always that way
I am exasperated at all the layers
And upon me.