My First Poem in Years
Current mood: 
Category: Writing and Poetry
Not Nearly Enough
by Nari "Expirasin" Ponder
I don't care too much
Not about you to cry
Not nearly enough to call
The phone doesn't ring anymore
But a thousand ring tones abroad
I'll walk among the road
There where the raccoon died
Sidelined
I could ask for life and its fruit
Oh how my mind feeds through artificial light
I'm dying soon, but not tonight
There's too much to be done
I will work for nothing
And feel nothing in return
But something lies
In which I feel despair
Fragile words in Word
Time unfolds but only in happy unwrapping
The sorrow ones wait long for presents
And need help down the stairs
Only to find socks once again
Bring me the one who buys one candy
And hands over the wisdom of infants
Bring me their company
Evidence of importance
And I will deny thee
For I have no one
Until they care not too much
Not about me to cry
Not nearly enough to call
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