moments when they're at the surface
I feel everything more
the tips of my fingers buzz
a tear hangs by a thread
I'm fearful of it falling
more than likely it will
focusing on that tear
distracted from reality
it pushes me further away
happier though
the Sun beams inside me
back and forth tilting away
like children lost in the clouds
whispers are louder
and ghosts are nearer
I float by on a little red boat
feet dangling beneath pale pink tulle
and lip stick smeared across my cheek
shoes are not required since
I'm not really going anywhere
drifting in the blue
carried by my dreams
the gray is near
but it only hurts for awhile
humming lullabies and
sipping on gin and juice
till I surface for breath
and the elevator door opens
welcomed by trickery
I step inside because of the fear
and hold tight
5 comments:
awesome!
That poem is great! Well done, it's really really awesome!
Thank you so much. It means a lot to me when I get positive comments on posts like this.
BEAUTIFUL.
lovely! lovely! I liked many of the lines here...nice imagery ;)
Post a Comment