Legs
Legs
This drink is weak, it’s nothing to stand on:
It’s forgetting, I seek. I’ve nothing to land on.
Burying memories I speak of. Toss the sand on
So even in sleep, I’ve nothing to hand on.
A past me so bleak, I’ve no future to wax on.
No turn of cheek, no forgiveness to hang on.
Truths never speak, only lies do expand on-
This drink is weak. It’s got nothing to stand on.
KTupua December 2023