Month: September 2018

sometimes

sometimes I feel like drowning
inside seas of sorrow

sometimes I feel like skipping
above the ocean tops

sometimes I feel like pebbles
left along the shore

sometimes I feel like rocks
dropped in riverbeds

sometimes I feel like puddles
splashed in the dark

sometimes I feel light mists
moving in my head

sometimes I feel like nothing
–known or unknown

sometimes I just feel empty
not like this — or that

. . . . .

spb | 15 sep 2018