Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Hello Nook. I'm sorry I basically forgot about you, but I've finally returned.  Here's a poem I wrote the other day.  It really sucks when you want a job but can't get one.  Sometimes you just have to cheer yourself up with a poem.




Higher Ground


Stuck in a rut,
nothing, but
I feel it in my gut.

Something will change,
 unlock, rearrange
until it seems less strange.

An open door,
beyond, more
than cold, stone floor.

Free and found,
the way, around
the mind to higher ground.