i was sitting on the wall,
counting flies and counting falls.
they all hurt me – one, two, three,
careless bruises left by thee.
glued my feet right to the ceiling,
had a pretty funny feeling.
hours passed by – four, five, six,
no one came to help and fix.
moving slowly through the days,
last one’s sad and new one’s gay.
what’s the difference? anyway,
you keep going, i just stay.
counting
© Copyright: Катя Неместная, 2010
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