Disintegration
It’s passion that comes to play
whilst moving in mysterious ways
Besieged by ideas
and contrary fears,
i bow my head
and vow instead
never to lose my soul
to a rack of coals
that i’ve engineered
by all the times i’ve beered
to thoughts of the past
that will always last
‘til i say “FUCKIT!â€
and rather write it
in a poem like this
that will never be missed
by anyone
that has never come undone
like me.
(for Rainmakers)
Nice work
This is brilliant, i doubt you need me to tell you that though. Makes me think my work is 'unpolished'
Thanks, Dave.