abashment cove

 i need a place
 to hide my face
 from this disgrace,
 some breathing space

 this much i know
 and so i go
 where noise is low
 and time gets slow
 
 the words i've said,
 the life i've led
 i want instead
 to clear my head

 the times are weird
 so much i feared
 has now appeared
 and when it's cleared

 a chirp a bark
 the day grows dark
 some kind of spark
 a voice to hark

 my feelings tossed
 by bridges crossed
 and all the cost
 of getting

 lost

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