I’m casting these dice
Hoping for another night at the table
Either I go bust, fade into nothing
Or I find my fortune and live on
…
The author and site owner can be reached at leeundercedartrees@gmail.com.
I’m casting these dice
Hoping for another night at the table
Either I go bust, fade into nothing
Or I find my fortune and live on
…
The end feels already written
But is it merely ink on paper, or etched in stone?
Delicate, easily torn
Many anxious evenings
I want to burn every word I’ve written
…
Over a great bonfire of massive flames
Reaching for the atmosphere
Dreaming of visiting the stars
…
Voice can’t be found as
Imaginary eyes see
All my unknown faults
(Anxiety is omniscient.)
Some nights after twilight settles
Evening fears creep into view
Rolling into the night under that cold moon
Usually to fade with the sunrise
But only after they haunt
…
2 a.m. fearful
Confused mind jumbling thoughts
Ask them why they’re here
Written upon waking in the middle of the night anxious and maybe a little confused.
Everyone can see
Surely, everyone can see
All my flaws I can’t
I see so many
But surely others can see
All my flaws I’ve missed