By: JAZPER MALONE
Staff Writer
Water flows whether you like it or not,
I wish my water was a waterfall,
or oasis of some sort,
the pretty settled sounds of the water ripples crashing against each other,
everything seems so easy,
every little organism has its set plan and seems to execute it perfectly,
why won’t mine do that,
why can’t mine be that easy,
why were you given a perfect setup when I was given an over-flooded repugnant march,
and more importantly, why can’t I seem to fix it,
why can’t I drain this forever-lasting malodorous smell no matter what,
I work and work all day long only for this constant stream of malodor to follow me
Eventually,
I fix this horrid smell,
I fix this flood that seemed to drown me slowly,
releasing all the build-up water that I thought kept me, me,
and I began to wonder how you did it,
how you kept everything so perfect up there,
but was it really you,
to think,
I’ve never even seen you at your waterfall,
all that provided for you,
all that work I had to do,
and you don’t even want it?
Perfect, just Perfect
I sat here drowned for ages and ages,
while you did nothing,
gasping for air as you watched me struggle,
pretended like you weren’t even there,
if only there was a way to see from your ignorant intolerable eyes
My eyes are open,
you come around the same time every day,
12:00am sharp,
you’ve never missed one,
I pray each day that you’d notice I’m stuck beneath all this glory,
you truly believe all this is me,
you’re so caught up in your little tangent that you don’t see my reflection of you,
I am struggling,
I don’t know how to fix it,
I don’t know why I was given this,
I’m truly lost.
my water won’t stop,
I gasp for air,
you were given all this motivation,
if only you could hear me,
to see through my flowing eyes