i was just walking
skating, the street
calling my name as i
barreled down it at
high speeds, not a care
in the world
(except beneath the broiling
sun, my mind boiled)
i wandered down,
collecting my things
and believing that for
once in my life, i will
not be disturbed by the
madness which surrounds me
(oh, but i was a fool, a troubled man
to believe such tomfoolery)
there with a book in my hand
and the water rushing underneath
my tattered and bruised shoes,
the shattering of peace and tranquility
pierced through the landscape
like a harrowing siren, preaching into
a speaker until i was speechless and
e m p t y
(now, as i trek back home,
there's a heavy weight which lays
upon my chest, and i haven't anywhere to set it)
((perhaps my bed will be a proper resting place,
but nowadays it's a soft slab missing another soft slab))
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
