a sonnet
there's nothing for me here
nothing in this town
and i don't know how to feel
a life lived with a constant frown
maybe there's nothing for me at all
i don't want this feeling to last
i'm just waiting for myself to fall
i want this feeling to go fast
maybe i shouldn't worry so much
but my mind is on a constant buzz
perhaps i shouldn't fuss
my life is like an endless trudge
and when i leave, i wish for the best
i couldn't possibly ask for any less
a.l.m
