mathiasthom (mathiasthom) wrote in queerpoets,
mathiasthom
mathiasthom
queerpoets

Clean

Do I clean
the mess, the dirt
the wayward sins,
the usual state I'm always in?

Do I wile away
in discomfort and dismay
exchanging heated words
from individuals so disturbed

And just because
I found your picture attractive
doesn't mean you can ruin this life
being overly distracted

You're lost in these eyes,
but mine are an unfathomable blue
as is every aspect of this sad life
I've grown accustomed to

Still I find a way
to repair this wreck
to face another day
get this train back on track

Do I clean
the stress, the hurt
the backstabbing kin,
the mess I always find myself in?

Setting sun,
or just another day
outstretched hands,making silent demands
bracing myself for another breach...

mathiasthom
written 8/17/15
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