More from the dumpster

Pain flickers like a candle flame
licking at old wounds and
opening closed doors
it fails in the end to
move me and I
stay rooted to
the spot.

Got to keep what I’ve got even the pain.

If you see the sun why not tell it
to come or am I waiting here in vain?
I’m waiting in the rain for you to tell
the sun to come.

there are solutions to the
problems and
answers to the equations.

Do you like me like Sunday free,
just being just so or
don’t you know?

getting my rocks off
by darning old socks
is not really free
nor is it me

© 2017, John Smallshaw.