Listening
something prickles my ears as it passes by
the flicker of a hand pointing the way
I turn my head
what was it? did I miss something?
Closing my eyes
maybe if I wait I can hear
deep breath in, deep breath out
my lungs filling up and emptying like balloons
the clock ticks on the wall
my feet are planted firmly on the floor
I hear it
the rush of air that blows past my shoulders
I turn my body to the North
Now I am on my way.
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Easier To Forget
PoetryPoems. // Hi, hello. This is a sort-of memoir/journal of unorthodox poems that I've written over the years. I started writing in 2015. Glad you're here (: Feel free to leave comments and vote or w/e. ×Mysneakz [Completed]
