I see Airplanes
Everytime
I look up
I look down
I look straightforward
I close my eyes
They follow me
Everywhere
Like ghosts
Haunting
Taunting
Mocking
I don't know when they got vicious
They used to be my best friends
So hopeful I was
So feverish to see
They paint beautiful lines
In the sky
Sometimes golden threads
Sometimes white like cotton
Always too far away
The third year now
They run away from me
Or I am imprisoned?
I have missed
A million flights
Will one ever wait for me?
Like they used to do before?
I look up
Wishing to be one of them
Cramped up in a tiny seat
There is something
So comforting
About the cold
The bad food
The annoying passengers
I miss flying
I miss what it brought me
I miss who it brought me
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Growing Pains
PoesíaA retelling of growing up with all of the highs and lows. Condensed into few words are my experiences with people, self-discovery, and the small parts of life and the world I've gotten to see through the windows of my childhood home.
