Free+Verse+Poem

Free Verse Porm

 just what are we building. And dripping from the ceiling, a steady stream of sugar. From I.V. pins and needles. Upon which I am sitting. Though I’m never standing. And if I stand for nothing, then who needs the improving.

It’s not like it is sugar.

And getting up and leaving, is just what trees are doing. The table’s overflowing. And me, I’m feeling empty.

And it’s getting up with me. And we’re leaving together. And I just said forever. But I might be a liar.

It’s not like it is sugar