Snake

| poetry |
You slither away
Into dark secluded rooms
Sending a message
Predicting our doom
Your mind is at ease
your goal is to please
And you never think
About what will be-

When the smoke clears away
And the spout stops spurting
When the others are gone
And you're all alone - hurting.

Who will be there to hold you
When your bridges are burned?
Who will be there to care
If the lessons not learned?
Who will be there to want you
When the tables are turned?
Who will be there to love you?
Not me - It's not my concern.

Thank you for reading! Share your thoughts with me on mastodon or via email.

Check out some more stuff to read down below.

Most popular posts this month

Recent Favorite Blog Posts

This is a collection of the last 8 posts that I bookmarked.

Articles from blogs I follow around the net

As I mentioned in Diversions #5, I bought a pair of Crocs. It wasn’t long after purchasing that first pair that I bought a second pair to wear more casually in the garden, on the beach, or in mud – keeping the first pair nice for special occasions. Now I’…

via Colin Devroe October 22, 2024

Moving my DNS Records with DNSControl

Using DNSControl I was able to move ~100 DNS records really easily

via Robb Knight • Posts • Atom Feed October 22, 2024

Dead Anyway — Tough, Listen

Tough, Listen is the second full-length of 2024 from Dead Anyway. They continue to push their dark and sinister sounds in new directions. It's killer stuff The post Dead Anyway — Tough, Listen appeared first on turn and work.

via turn and work October 22, 2024

Generated by openring