The little things; seems to be the only things

that unravel our close knit seams

interrupt and dismantle our dreams

i’m at fault for my own uphill battles

it takes repetitive times to destroy something with a simple rattle

i’m at fault… for my own uphill battle…

I stretch my arms to the heavens and remain silent

it’s killing us;

my silence…

is it right to be this way to detour the fights

I don’t look forward to my nights

but I pray for my nights

in my city it rarely rains

but when it pours; it never drains

i stand in a rising pool; to be submerged

Im colliding with the action

im unresponsive to the urge

we can’t communicate without throwing words…

© Da Absentee 2015 revised 2024

As Always…

Stay Positive!