It begins with a restless tapping
That none hear but me
As silky slippers of buttered gold
Will stand by impatiently
I will tiptoe to the side
With silver sorrow swaying around
And plead with ice and silence
For an applause that will not sound
The Sun bounds to the universal dias
Glittering arms full of gall
All eyes will fill with honey
And sticky sweet enthrall
That you will blink away
Until you cannot see at all
As her shimmering procession continues
The world will surge with praise
Her shoulders will hunch, drunk on it
Her eyes leaden with the craze
I will feel that familiar coarseness
That grates the soft tissue of my heart
As the world becomes red-rimmed
And my logic wilts apart
With her every beaming pirouette
My pining heart raced
I find myself bounding forward
And craving just a taste
In center stage, admiration is brazen
It coats my tongue with gold brass
It tastes like trumpeting treetops
And fountains of rose petals and ash
As Her iridescent Majesty
Stumbles abashedly off stage
In eye of the hurricane
I do not even feel
When I
begin to
fray
The simmering skies above me
That I thought were a stage
Demand me to hold tighter
And sustain-
A great weight
I cannot feel
My eyes as they shut
My knees forced to kneel
My shoulders hunch
I fragment under the burden
And crumble into the sea
Waves of cerulean glass
Say they will remember me
As I fell from grace
All I heard was a warning
"The weight of the world
Is the weight of the morning"
YOU ARE READING
~ ♥️ 𝒫𝒽𝑜𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓍 ♥️ ~ 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈
Poetry𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓲𝔁, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓭.. Hi loves! This is my first post, a short collection of some of my favorite poems and short stories written by me. I will be adding to it as I think of...
