Slithering Things
I am itching
to shed my skins
and renew myself
with old desires
that seeth and writh
while I only dream
never taking matters
into my own hands.
but, flickering stars
still twinkle out here,
and it is always worthy
of a second look
with a kind breeze
caressing my skin
temporarily quelling
my serpentine urges.
yet, I remain the same
old before I was young
wearied of my battle
against contentment
choosing to linger
among the sslithering
confined within the squalor
of my complacency.
OOH, this is different. It makes me think of letting life happen with no participation. Awesome!
Wow. I love your wording Jannise. I love how as you read it you can almost feel the words slithering about. Great job.