Poems

3 L's

Love. Life. Luck.

            3 l's that change the whole world.

            They flip tables, or clean them ??

            They lift the weight off shoulders, or add some ??

    Oh god,

            What they do to a person?

    Oh god,

            What they've done to me?

    I lay in bed, having a staring contest with the white blank ceiling.

    Tears sting my eyes, not only from holding them open for too long.

                Thinking. Overthinking. Over overthinking.

     I blink. I have lost this battle.

                                                          Dammit!!!

     Slow rivers form on the corners of my eyes, travelling down to find their dead end, the bed underneath me.

     Soon the soft rock that held the hard rock had been eroded, waterfalls created.

    Lemonade seemed to come out my eyes.

                 Tears! They burn!

Love. Life. Luck.

  Should I pull them closer?

  Should I push them further?

Love. Life. Luck.

   Could I jump any further into the bubble? Can I be able to pop it?

   Could I sprint from this tsunami? Can I survive the attack?

    Answers rest within the hands of future.

    Future : my friend or not? I have yet to know.

     And no matter what, I'll know.

     I'll know, with or without the 3 L's.