Tropical Depression
Coconut mind
Practical
At first thought.
But all that lays inside
is the same milk you expected.
Sometimes the milk is worse.
My limbs flop around like a fish out of water
As I aimlessly do anything
Aimlessly everything
On my island
Alone.
I am able to provide myself something
Proud for a moment
Until I remember that everyone who ever loved me
Feels bad for me.
11 years old
Fortune cookie
I pick it up
‘Continue to sit’ it read
I took it to heart
I accepted every person
And hoped they would accept me.
Why would they?
All I have is spilt milk
Years of hammering my head
On my island
Alone.
Copyright © Cole Mileaf | Year Posted 2015
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