A cloud of calm
Seeps into my bones
Exhales life into my thoughts
Washes over me with cold --
Soothes.
Takes nothing
And expects none.
The waters are peaceful
For the first time.
There is no need for static
Or racing
Or freezing.
For the first time
The air is clear
All is new
Real
There.
I no longer have to look.
YOU ARE READING
The Second Time
Poetry☾ This is a book of drafts of dorky, hopeless poems, poem-ish works, and rants that usually make no sense whatsoever. I hope you enjoy reading them just as much as I enjoy writing them. ☽ Copyright © 2015 by something1d, all rights reserved. Poetry...
