Bones In A Jacket

There's something I've realized,

but don't blame him or anyone else,

It's just me, so don't be sad

but I find myself to have hypothesized

that there's no reason for me to be mad

because I'm just some dust on the shelf

bones in a jacket

or I might as well be,

because my tsunami isn't even a ripple

Not even a ripple

but it's still my tsunami

so I'll make waves in infinity

and be infinitely nothing

but they are still my waves

bones in a jacket

dust on some bones

And I'll wait for the bone collector

and he can take his time

When he gets here I'll paint a pretty picture for you

It's a black canvas, and I call it "Time".

Reviews

[Rasha Lama]

Woww alright this could be the best poem I've read in a long time. I love the second stanza and the last 2 lines. It all fits so well, I love it!

[Salman Y.]

Thanks! I'm glad someone out there likes reading my ramblings.