Nothing Good
Nothing Good

Just twisted threads,
That’s what I see,
In a series of flings,
We’re all played out silly,

Cut the strings,
Snip them all,
End the dreams,
Stop my fall,

Ain’t giving up,
Just losing this,
Sick of all the closeup,
Nothing good to reminisce.



Author's Note: You catch my drift? I'm looking at life, through a somewhat metaphorical manner. if that makes any sense.

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Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.

- Kai Teoh, Seasons of September