It feels as if my lungs have been
Released of the water.
The low gurgle sound at the back
Of my throat finally gone.
"I'm hurt" They said
"I'm sorry" I could only whisper.
The water slowly draining from my
Eyes, as theirs fall away from me.
Happiness was short lived like the
Walls I built up from rubble.
Those bricks constructed from
White dust and unclear water
Now have shown that it cannot
Create the right foundation.
And now moving on slowly,
My hands will grow rougher
And my friends shall see...
In the future,
That these waters will stay clean.
That this wall built around us
Will forever be kept up...
Not to be taken down my a feather.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
