deepundergroundpoetry.com

Into the Mist

My coffee’s gone cold
while I stare off into space,
wondering where the time went  
as if I wasn’t wasting some of it  
right now, watching you vaporize  
into mist, right in the middle
of a weekday conversation;  
as if I hadn’t just squandered
my precious moments with a coward.
Where does it go indeed,
when you believe in seeing the good
instead of the truth?
I dump out my cup and refill it,
determined not to waste a single drop,
or another thought
on you.  
Written by LunaGreyhawk
Published
Author's Note
Close the door, you’re letting all the flies in.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 8 reading list entries 0
comments 12 reads 187
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 8:51pm by Strangeways_Rob
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 1:27pm by Rew
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:22am by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:14am by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 4:23am by SweetKittyCat5
WORKSHOP
Yesterday 3:32am by HopelessFool