untitled poem

i console myself 
i was trying then 
at least you were trying 
but i was giving myself no rest 
and now i look at any of that progress as shit 
question: is that the best you could have done?
since, i have ground to a halt   
haven’t we all -
lost 
surrounded by wreckage 

but wasn’t it trying, wasn’t it trying 
you were in so much pain


Kate Lewington ©

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.