As I look across
the fields of yesterday
I see days spent
aching in private pain,
under my own storm clouds
filled with acid rain.
I see smiles washed away,
clogging drains with misery.
I see the perfect become
just faded stories,
lost in imperfect memories.
As I look out at the sea of immediacy,
I see waves as high as trees
crashing into the islands of my sanity,
slowly wearing it away,
saltwater decaying my brain,
or are they washing clean the hurt
that sometimes clouds me?
I wonder is this what rebirth feels like?
All that pain slowly being taken away,
or is it lining up worse for me?
Wiping my slate clean
to draw more scars
that will line my skin.
As I look across
at mountains of tomorrow,
I wonder, if I fall will it hurt more
than the climb before?
But if I don't climb then
I'll never find that pathway
to get to the right door.
I'll be stuck here,
mountains shading my view.
Only able to dream of you
and all that could have come true.
As I glance
into the forest of forever,
I wonder,
will my dreams come through.
If I was to enter the shades,
would I see passing days
with us passionately embraced?
Always finding a stray sunbeam
upon which we can stay,
and will our nights
be spent side by side
watching the moon
through lovers eyes?
I step away,
I don't want
to ruin the surprise.
For wherever
my leaves fall
in the forest of evermore
Will be where
I was supposed to be
after all.
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Kyle
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