Meek now, the night subsiding
We hunch our shoulders against the cold
And troop more than traipse home.
Coffee because its too late to sleep
Cigarettes because we're too sick to eat.
And always talking, like breathing, loud.
Waiting the night out, laughing fatigued
And slumped, shoes kicked off on the floor.
Holding to things irritrievable.
The whole world awake, past the door.
i like this but am too tired to reason why so ill agree with my man below.
There's something so natural about the movement in this poem that it reminds me of Plath. You've said so much in this little poem that is simply breath-taking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the second stanza is captivating, and really pronounces a hard truth. I loved how this seemed disconnected from you and so very connected to every other thing in your life. the only thing I didn't like, was that it ended so soon... keep up the amazing work. Always, Amberlee