Six little nothings [latest poetry]
Lotus on a hotel floor...
Ashes on the balcony.
Key that doesn't work anymore,
Sun's a petty tyrant.
Staring at the desert moon,
Home's an unmade bed.
Refresh the eleventh time,
Minutes drag the hours by.
Suicide by HDMI,
mock the sacred and forget to try.
Sleep four hours and do it again,
Life's a blurry rise and fall.
I love the imagery here
And I love you. Haha, but genuinely, I appreciate the comment. I wasn't sure how this would be received, so I'm delighted you enjoy it!
Haha that's one thing that makes an amazing poem for me is when you feel like you are in it. That's what I say "don't just tell me, twist my arm and make me feel it." Keep up the good work!
Bad ass!
Thank you!
upvote for u @jmt