The night carries the wind,
Your heart keeps it's beats,
Your eyes dance along the ceiling
Carving thoughts into its creases.
The shadows watch your dance
Watching you start off slow
Just dragging your feet
Along the hardened surface
Your ears, Hearing every note.
The music becomes more distant but the melody is still clear.
You begin.
Your posture straightens,
Moving your body into a spiral,
Spinning faster and faster
The beat growing stronger,
Stopping on rest and jumping into the air
Watching your tears fly off your face and onto the ground,
You falling...
And sticking a perfect landing on your knees...
On the ground.
They stare in silence at what you've displayed.
A passionate symphony
Into
A heart broken tale..
The audience taking a breathe
And a step back.
To see the big picture.
That you.
Are important.
You.
Are someone.
Adam again!
Hope you enjoyed another poem. It's not one of my bests but oh well! Clark seems to be going through a lot and can't really see past his dark shades covering his eyes.
I wish you would see that I care and the people who may read this care. I love you! ♡
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
