but at times
The room was so
quiet,
i couldn’t even
hear my heart
beating.
no matter how
offbeat.
but at times
The room was so
quiet,
i couldn’t even
hear my heart
beating.
no matter how
offbeat.
sometimes
i wait
for the clock
to strike
thirteen
like somehow
that
would explain
everything.
it is too dark to hide yet,
i embrace the darkness
and wonder if it can provide
a more comfortable home than my own.
music is captivating, yet
just beyond my reach
and i am wrapped in
noise polluting my atmosphere.
the fragrance you have left behind
has permeated me and although
i have torn my skin with hot water
i still feel your fingers
as graceful.
the fog on my tongue
tells me of better days
and better memories
lost in the haze
that i will never get back.
my hands are rough
and shattered
and scarred, yet
you wish to hold them closer
to your beating heart.
and i am undone by all of you.
words.
they invigorate my soul.
fragments that still the restlessness
of my heart.
how many times,
have survivors had to wield
a pen or paintbrush
because they couldn’t
wield a sword.
i’ve grown out of my body,
and into my mind.
i craft my disguise
with the words i refine.
i watch the world deteriorate
from my window.
and make a silent vow
to keep moving forward.
a promise to never melt.
no longer weaving into
coherence.
the words evade my
fingertips.
i would like to write
something beautiful but,
i am currently debris.
an entanglement
of wordless feelings
and exhausted thoughts.
perhaps tomorrow,
i will find the right clarity.