thick, drawn curtains
warm, too warm yellow lights
in exchange for the bright morning sun
the brown-tinted furniture
the crowded rooms and floors
the strict "no guests" rule
the heat
the summer heat
that seeps into your skin
that clings to you
even hours after you've left
maybe i was destined to fall
if i was born into the heights
they tell you don't look down
as they push you past the edge
they gave me eyes that could see
just to show me horrible things
sung praises of free will
but my fate is predetermined
told me to hold on tight
just to pry my fingers apart
YOU ARE READING
Open To Interpretation
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
