The wind pulls my hair,
As my feet touch the earth.
My mouth is a dessert,
But with no plants or creatures.
My face is an ocean,
But with no fish or boats.
My air rips away from me,
But then stitched up.
The earth grabs me,
And I kiss the earth.
I look up,
And see glass
That I had not
Seen before.
I sit down,
And look at this
Empty glass box I
Am in.
I lean my head,
And close my eyes.
I sit there,
And wait
For it to
Set me free.
YOU ARE READING
The words I keep inside
PoetryFeelings from Me, You, Her, Him, we... Feelings that we feel, and are not seen... When our sun is covered, and we wish to die.... Something shines from another light... We look to the sky, and have little hope.... Then our sun shines again, with mor...
