We smoked a couple of cigarettes
On the curb of my childhood home.
Echoes of little feet against the wooden floor.
Then on the concrete.
Then crashing into the street.
But it was too early for that.
Adding up to the stack of lost young souls.
Of faded innocent laughs.
Of genuine smiles
shiny with happiness.
Reflecting the warmth of all of the universe's suns.
Moons and stars.
All turned off.
Flattened by the tires of trauma.
Into a sliver of an existence
Barely a trace of it found.
Running fast to follow time.
Get up, look at yourself in the mirror
Look deep into your eyes
Is your inner child still alive?
Or have you been mourning him since the day he was died?
Sick of it all, we get up and break into a run
Toward all the intersections we have gone
In a helpless attempt to figure the lane where it all went wrong.
Out of breath, we stop.
Completely oblivious that our target is in fact
Burried deep down.
A withered cherry blossom tree
Which once held in its effervesent scent
the zest of our long lost youth.
We then proceed to smoke the same cigarettes we left behind
Floating up high
Above the dismal lane
Above the dark countryside
Above the light clouds
High above it all.
DU LIEST GERADE
Torn Thoughts...✅
PoesieA group of poems and thoughts which I translated through a pen or in this case, through words on a screen :) In other words, I am inviting you to take a peek at my mind and what runs through it. You're free to stay as long as you like.<3 P.S: I DON'...
