Eee Nee Mee Nee My Nee Mow

a poem i wrote today. i'm pretty bad at picking titles. haiz.

FOOL

If it were possible I’d take a dip
and soak my pores in the waters of Lethe,
that forgetfulness might seep
through these bones and line these arteries.

O that I had not been so weak!
That I had known you are not what I seek!
But again I let myself be deceived,
so many times; I’m dumb, I admit.

Friend, please.

I gambled all my wealth away,
with each fall I raised my stakes.
now I have nothing left to keep,
I have not even strength to weep.

Friend, please.

Please.

Buy me a pint of Lethean wine,
to down as I cry my eyes blind.


junior
17/02/08.