Yet two hours ago the world was pulsating with the rumors of spring Birds chirping and bees buzzing with the appearance of new flowers The world was submerged in the infernos of new While I lie grabbing and grasping for the old The sky turned black spotted with bright yellows and whites I search the heavens desperate for the answers of the departed No visceral response has been made to my pleas Wisps of white and grey emerges and smolders as it inches from my lips Frigid steel caresses my spine from the beating distress
My old jeep roof being my only confidante and friend during periods of unrest Utterances hang upon the deafness of the surrounding hums Bursting and splitting into a furious demise resonating with my physicality The shrieks of Titans break my foul mouth Curses and burning salts flow with no dam The river climbing perpetually higher and crumbling the shore Why can I never be who I was before Father, you took everything that was anything leaving only trinkets behind That silver watch that doesn’t tick or tock The paper of faces that should be known but remain a mystery Everything complied into a decrepit wooden box Nothing but everything and everything but nothing Drops of salt decorate my cheeks Stinging and cooling to the fragile paper the water designed I curl up and wish that I was once again in your arms I know now what must be and thank God for not abandoning me Comments are closed.
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