Can you smell that?
Can you taste it?
The silver of iron- pooling into a red cherry.
Sitting on your tongue.
Dripping from your lips,
To your wrist.
You wonder if the sink was ever so pink?
If you vision was ever this blurry?
Was you body numb?
The drain distracts you- Sucks you in as you fall within its dark funnel.
You swirl around within the red.
Like the spoon in your coffee this morning.
But the question beckons-
It echoes in your ears and craves your thoughts....
Can you even feel it?
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
