SR (September 29,2001 / Bellingham, Washington)


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.