I Open My Eyes Wide
But They Are Still Closed Tightly
Fighting The Brightest Darkness
I Feel So Awake
Even Though I Feel Like I Am Asleep
A Hazy Nightmare
I Have Wings That Help Me Fly
Though I Can't Even Reach Up To The Sky
Heaving In This Planet's Noxious, Poisoned Fumes
A Freezing Breeze Pierces My Weakly Thin Skin
Listening To The Weeping Widows And Banshees
As They Wail Their Songs
Of Mourning Loss And Useless Wars
The Whispers Say I Am Not Human,
But A Statue, A Cyborg
With My Broken, Still Beating Heart And
My Metallic, Silver Mask
I Do Not Cry, I Do Not Shed Rivers Of Tears.
Not Anymore, Not Anymore
Because, If You Look Into My Dull Orbs,
The Doors To My Soul
You Will See That The Ponds And Lakes
Have Dried Away
For I Have No More Tears To Let Flow
I Have Become A Cyborg,
With My Broken Heart And
Rusting, Silver Mask
YOU ARE READING
Daisies & Lightning
PoetrySmall, big, short, long, and strange poems, created and edited by Taelum Elizibeth Starborn.