Embers releasing your dreams to the outside world, away from the torture of your soul
A physical warmth that can’t satisfy your pain, but can ease your well being
Brisk air can free you of the hades of hell that lock themselves away, only to be felt as they burn your sanity to a unsafe puddle... isn’t that just beautiful?
Red, brown, yellow....
Colours I would otherwise despise in a setting that doesn’t cup my innocence
As now, it’s my need
No trauma to relive, revisit
Nothing to cry over
Just the blue air and warm rain to set me free
A simple illusion of my mind swallows everything that could have been, ever was, but I wouldn’t trust it
A beat loud enough to hear, a beat strong enough to feel with your warm hands
Everyday the noose tightens, telling me of everything that could go wrong
Everything is always wrong
A life where the word “calm” means nothing
Can’t you release the rope around my neck?
Because it’s going to break
Dimensions piled upon one another
I’m lost between them
Shifting minute by minute
However, your arms around me keep me safe, glued to the right world I’ve tried to grow up in
Forgive me, I didn’t know what I was doing
I beg of your forgiveness daily, but speak it? Never
I only ruin myself thinking of the burden I am to you
I can only see a broken boy gagged in the mind of multiples
I no longer feel sane, I more feel clouded, misguided, confused, anxious and rambled
Have I been tortured?
Who knows?
I never meant to leave you in my storm with your own approaching the horizon, edging closer with each salty, poisonous wave
Or do you not see it that way?
I live to to fight your storm with a hurricane... I pray my actions are only better for you
I’ve only tried for you... no one else was worth so much a simple windy day
It’s only because you’ve dropped me in my storm several times, watching ignorantly as I drown, yet you’ve also dived in, risking what I can only say would be your sanity, a love’s greatest gift
So that alone deserves all my effort and love
I ask that you forgive my heart, give me yours because you’ve got mine
YOU ARE READING
To You From Me
PoetryI write what I feel in the moment I feel it And write the words as I see them It's just A book of poems Maybe its worth a read to you, But also maybe its not. "The fixation of beauty is always looking through a telescope and always failing to see th...
