To
With my face pressed up to the glass,
I look down; I look away; I look near.
With my hands tied down to my sides,
I clasp; I squeeze; I twitch.
With my knees stuck between the bars,
I wobble; I fidget; I fall.
With my heart pressed against my throat,
I choke; I stammer; I lie.
With my life shut off from the world,
I try; I cry; and I die.
The saddest thing that's ever happened to me: getting kicked out of the library on a Saturday night because of 2 a.m. closing. Eric, you and I live sad, sad, chemistry-studying lives.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment