Crystallised teardrops fell
from emotionally swollen eyes,
landing upon torn and scattered
scraps of my patchwork heart,
like snow upon a grim landscape.
The coating dust
giving the skeletal trees
an eerie light
under the menacing colours
of a storm filled sky.
Merely a boy, in men's clothing,
I still had some room for growing.
But at this moment
it felt like the sun wasn't shining,
nor the moon peacefully glowing.
I watched through drowning eyes
as you walked into that night.
Into the waiting arms of another guy,
as I fell to the floor, sinking
into the dirt that I let cover
my every weeping pore.
Heart numbed
by the sheer amount of hurt,
it couldn't feel anymore,
if it did,
it would stop beating
for sure.
Oceans spilled
from my still sore eyes.
Oceans into which I dived.
I wanted to swim, to revive myself
with the cooling relief
of the salty tides,
as they wash the hurt
from my skin.
Or was it to hide
the thoughts I was thinking.
You can't hear the words
if I'm silently sinking.
In my deep-sea abode,
I rode seahorses
as rainbow shoals swam beside,
I taught myself to stand proud.
Amongst this watery crowd
I was an outsider
but they welcomed me in,
treated me like a king,
healed my wounds
whilst I was sleeping.
They taught me the songs
they would sing,
gave me the strength
to start believing in me again.
Then they told me to ascend,
ride the currents back to open land.
You are ready, take your stage,
you have finally become a man.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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