Fullest

I have heard my days
sing during my nights
fly through the sky
kissing the stars and
vanish in my backyard
after rocks fall on the
third shot of whiskey
when I told this to a friend
he said I was mad…
I did not tell him that he
lacked the imagination
to see life it its fullest
so sad….



Categories: Poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: