Don’t Tell Me What I Want to Hear
I pick at the soil under my nails
Planted an empty garden again
Sewn delusional imagination in hopes to
reap a bountiful harvest
Fantasies I conjure to settle my
wandering mind
Hollowed words told to those who press
me for an answer as to where I’m headed
Never set on specifics, nor the details of
my ideals
Truly, I never know
The next step is one I take blindly
Hoping this time the manifestations of my
half-attempted efforts will lead me
somewhere
Maybe I’m simply impatient
Always wanting it sooner, rather than later
Divine timing doesn’t tick on my clock
I need answers
(I want lies)
Marin Raine is a part time barista and a full time poet from Clovis, New Mexico; a small dirt town west of Texas. Their writing inspiration stems from personal experiences combined with fantasy scenarios. They have been writing since the early ages of adolescence and have continued to do so into adulthood. When they’re not making coffee, they’re drawing up poems on to-go cups.