Untitled Poem by Eric King


For some reason in my mind

thinking this would be just fine

Take a few years to relax & unwind

I’ve never eaten well enough to

fret on what’s not there

been ages since I’ve slept

peacefully anywhere

sadness is a cliff top I sometimes think

and moods change as often as I blink

just like I miss the busses burning by

I long for every star burning holes in the sky

passion is fleeting like a tornado

existence is brief but impacts everywhere

that it goes

my memories a strobe light

bouncing back and forth to rhyme

thinking maybe I won’t fuck it up this time

my eyes have no reason to stay dry

they remember every good-bye

they burn with every good cry

thinking the door won’t close

this time

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