Flakes of Snow
In every moment
One question towers above
To go on
Or not
Being not of ‘the People’
I have no say,
I watch from the sidelines
as the Castle crumbles
.
My skin is white
as snow is white and yellow,
Maybe I leaked or
Pissed you off intentionally
.
I do not fly
as flies fly,
I do fly
my flag high tho’
.
In Magnums I believed
years ago,
In nothing I believe
this day forwards
They say alcohol is a depressant,
On the whole though I must confess,
I prefer the highs of selected bottles,
The finest of wines consumed,
Thereafter the likely pounding head,
The slow recovery; yet recovery still,
Until the waking eye once more can bare,
The rising sun; the world around,
To that of a life in drought; my desert storm,
Days for some reason unbeknownst to self,
Flat and pointless appear always,
A landscape changing,
Much as a fading photo ages,
Over time
I am still here,
Though few seems to care,
I am still here,
Though I don’t really care,
I am still here,
Though I should,
I am still,
Though,
I
Prompted by an @imperialprompts prompt: I am still here…