Hey all,
Sorry about the lag in posts... Finals next week. Once next week is over though, I'll have plenty of time so I promise more posts and maybe actual book reviews..WOW. Anyway here's a poem to hold you over for the time being : )
My regret fills this shallow basin
And begin to spill over,
Because of the faucet I refuse to turn off.
My good friend guilt has returned--
So that I may bare my share of his weight.
He brings his friend despair,
Who shows me the error of my ways.
I want them to leave me,
But they never will, for always
I am left with their weight and hollowness.
It is I who turned the faucet on,
Why does it remain so?
I pull myself from the basin--
Just as my wings disintegrate.