Floating away, listless,
Beyond consciousness
Landing on the clouds
Threading my fingers in
Sun dousing me with fire
Light making me sparkle
I am engulfed with a storm,
The newness melting like sugar
Caramel―without its tight grip
Hard cinnamon roll, hitting
Foreign feelings rooted inside,
The sun's in my chest
I am a star in the midnight sky,
Wrapped in an untouchable heat
Small holes sneak in―and slowly
The bubble bursts
Lethargic and lifeless
Sometimes drowsing, pondering
Rational, yet the most irrational
Pointed fingers,
Never wanted to be pointed at
Chocolate brown, hair
Slivers of gold, dulled
Stardust remnants on my skin
Flames at the tips of my hand
Put out by water, drenched
Now shards of glass, going for me
Locked in a cell of iron
With a key I hid myself,
But of which I have no memory
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❁𝗥ê𝘃𝗲𝘂𝘀𝗲❁
PoetryThis collection of poems is for those that stay up at night, mind whirring with thoughts, those that fight to stay at the surface when reality drowns them. Finally, these poems are for me, for when reality drowns me, and I sink to the bottom of the...
