Tag Poem , unedited. Topic by Waj 464
Treading water now in puddles
jumping up into the gutter
-are you comfy there in your despair?
Rifling through your empty pockets
sadly locked into your struggle
gibberish your constant mutterings;
tell me , should I really care?
Stifling to be at the bottom,
sad, forgotten , in a muddle...
oh forgive me, am I stuttering
when I say , I think it's f fair?
It really isn't tough to riddle...
in the middle of your swift climb
to the top while flying high
you kicked a lot of dust around...
Watching you now ,gives me pleasure,
payback measured in your eyes.
No I'm not vindictive, but
I'll make a compromise.