Pity Fully Me


Gonna walk

right off this planet 

into the setting sun

Like a moth

dive bombing

into a bug zapper

A spark lighting up

the summer twilight   

Fried me

I fall to Earth

with all the other

incinerated pests

Swept away

by the indifferent wind

Don’t wanna be a memory

or an amusing story

Just wish to be forgotten

Totally disposable

Sometimes I feel lost,    

stumbling through the haze

Trying so hard

to break

this string of bad days 


About @stgreenie

I am my own best friend because I do so enjoy my company

2 responses to “Pity Fully Me”

  1. marcus says :

    Courage to continue to fly and watch those bad days lay wasted in the past forgotten for tomorrow is a new and possibly a better day…wishes do come true.
    Sending you hugs and howls

    Liked by 1 person

  2. stgreenie says :

    Thanks for the shot of perspective 😉


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