I wrote this poem a year ago.
It's almost December and I'm feeling all the emotions that I have felt during the time I was writing this.
"December"
Spooks me when you whisper
we know there's no trace
you flee to wherever
and we don't wait
the piano melody hits my ears
like your whisper, and the taste
of cappuchino wakes me up
and your whisper I say to him
there's no rose around here
no more lingering
no more pausing
but why am I still waiting?
His reply: I see you
plunging everyday
deep down the frozen ocean
I see you dancing
Around him you're smiling
no sight of him you're
in deep pain, I see blood
I see no future
fix me, my tears beg no one
haunted by the little pieces
of the broken mirror,
and your reflection
Absorbing into my own blood
walking with my own memories
of you and all I have left now
is your whisper
I'm at a conclusion,
facing complicated decisions,
humming along to a lost song
closing my eyes
surrounded by beautiful blood,
crying then screaming then fighting
my hand grabs onto nothing but
endless world of puzzles.
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