I walk in a doelike gait
overly tired in this numb state
where I wait until my legs give up on me
which sends me falling to concrete sidewalks.
People crowd round
faces hidden in dark error
asking me what's my name
I find I can't give them one with any validity.
Aching pain splits me open,
my agony spills in bursts of blood
hands clutch and tear,
I ignore their anger as my chest whittles in disrepair
I try to rub my knees and can't help but to look up high
watching clouds pass in the sky
I hold my breath in, I don't stop to breathe,
counting on inside my head wishing quietly that I were dead.
Wishing I could take a leap of faith
joining the birds in freeing haste
lifting off and into space,
with such yearning, I can't help but hate.
Clouds dot the sky,
In pairs of two, that I can spy
ones that kiss winds rough caress
ones that linger in waves of ruin.
Ignore my ruptured ribs
and punctured lungs
I've been here before
this pain is only an old sore.
Sometimes when I can't feel my feet
I breathe in slow and start to blink
my heart tunes to birdsongs call
the stars beckoning from beyond the fall.
My gaze turns heaven bound
my head goes quiet
cloud watching soothes the ringing sound
and hushes my breath, shuddering, dying.
White spots hang around my head
never mind they're turning black
melting onto the pavement
I may have a broken spine.
Dizzy, dark, and blank
the world moves around me leaving me behind
why is time, when's the present?
Left unanswered, left untethered.
Is the cloud hanging overhead getting closer
am I rising far above
meeting god from my tomb on earth
Is he blessing me or is this a curse?
Question do you like cloud watching?
My heart beats in solitude
It keeps me from the blood that rushes out of my head
the nothingness I feel as I lay here in red.
The building looks beautiful from down here.
It looms in man-made creation
a godless world the one in which I live
yet I admire our fickle tribulation
Why do people scream?
Why do they look on in fear?
Why do I hear sirens?
Why can't I feel my pain?
Mom, why is the sky so clear?
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Coherence
ŞiirThis is a poetry collection that is both ever updating and ever changing. This collection of poetry isn't exactly traditional or ever a solid complete piece of prose, I am ever adding and changing and morphing them into something I feel is better or...
