I am here
Pain sprouting wells on broken skin
Birthing serenity in river eyes
I clearly watch you from behind the haze
I am still here.
The silent madness in the air
Is choking molecules of oxygen
Making blood crawl up to my temples
Tapping to the tune of Vivaldi's La Stravaganza.
Serenity.
Enraging.
Tap.
I am still here.
Skies are pouring down your cheeks
Dripping memories of us
On torturously murdered skin
Once known as me,
Once known as yours.
Forsaken bile filled creature
You once called your flower
Is now blooming
pus colored tears
Of longing.
I am still here.
My stripped down soul haunting
A pile of renegaded flesh
That has once been your lover
Is mercifully pleading for
One last kiss
To acknowledge that
I am still here.
Plant one last kiss
On my weathered forehead
For it to grow rainbows
Like the ones we used to photograph.
Please
Remember
I was here.
YOU ARE READING
When angels fall
PoetryA book of thoughts, pains and joys, served cold. No sugar to sweeten it up. i'm but a throbbing cluster of pain waiting longing to be released into nothingness
