Take me there,
Take me to the middle of the desert where storms collide,
Leave me there,
Come back for me when I'm done,
When I've become a part of those storms,
When I become a part of this perfect disaster.
You'll look,
But open your eyes,
I'm the rainbow trapped inside the tornado.
That splash of colour in a whirlwind of destruction.
I'm fighting.
I'm screaming at you.
Run Away!
Leave me here! I can't get out.
But you don't hear me.
Because every second that I'm fading,
Into that endless non-existence,
I don't want you here.
You need to leave.
Because I'm not the girl you left.
The very essence that made me take a breath,
That made me alive,
It has all faded into this swirling nightmare.
Soon,
Soon I'll get out,
Nothing but a lifeless entity,
A hollow shell.
I'll remember the faded memory of when I was the rainbow in that tornado,
Then I'll see you,
I'll see the way you look at me,
And I'll remember,
I'll remember that as of that moment,
I was gone,
Nothing more than a speck of dust in the spiraling wind,
Looking for a place to land,
Somewhere to settle.
Where I can have a name,
Even if it's only mentioned once each year.
A speck of dust in a tornado,
Searching for an identity that was lost,
That's who I've become.
That's what you saw when you looked at me.
Right before you walked away.
-j.d.r
YOU ARE READING
-miles per minute-
PuisiWriting has always been my escape from reality, this book is a compilation of random short poems etc. that I've written. Miles per minute, because i overthink, when that happens, my mind races "miles per minute".
