Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

my foot fell asleep,
so i went to go catch it before rem set in,
but found it to be too numb to move
or feel
or acknowledge me in any shape or form,
so i let it have its beauty rest,
though it was hardly deserved

June 22, 2023

CHECK; SOUL

i found someone to sell me their soul,
but i didn’t have anything to offer them,
so i ended up passing on the deal
and went about my daily routine,
which might seem boring, but i happen to be a soul broker

June 21, 2023

HIDING ON THE INTERNET

hiding in my corner of the internet
looks like i’m not dealing with my problems,
or at least that’s what my therapist would say,
if i had one,
but i like to think that my thoughts give me
self-improving advice to handle destructive ideas
meant to look harmless,
but, like swallowed broken glass from candy,
not all voices are meant to be heard,
or come across as enjoyable