quail last edited by
From where I sit in the corner of pretty lights dressing my cell the knocking back of the medicine the writing, the calling, the bell The make-up has been discarded 'accept me as I am' for tonight I am reality I don't care and don't give a dam this is me calling, calling and not afraid to crawl! picture this i'm crawling, crawling right up the chip faced wall this is me i'm calling identify with you all look in the eye for the contact pierce through my mind and my thought with their look mirrored softly reflecting casting shadows on the stopwatch of Time and time as I sit in the corner of my beautiful shell all mine.
Lana Walder last edited by
Dear quail, so good to read your new poems here! I think it's very honest lines, I like them. 'identify with you all' - so true words. 'accept me as I am' - I think it's very good to accept someone as he/she is - maybe not to wait that someone will change to please us, but to serve for this someone, to give and to give without expectation.