Genesis

My brain is falling down the ladder,
Feeling rain,
Into the hands of the kidnapper,
His name is Cain,
He's tired of this slacker,
That's yet to remain,
He's the attacker,
I hope that I'm able to figure it out,
Like a staple in my brain without a doubt,
Although its painful,
I must be stable throughout,
This life with no label,
One strike and I'm out.

by Sketcher Ridpath

Comments (1)

A good start with a nice poem, Sketcher. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.