They can stare me down
Tell me they know
When how can they know
If we're strangers living under
The same roof?
How can they know
If even I can't grasp
The concept of living
(But with each breath dying)
As my blood pumps life and death through every inch of me?
So I seal my lips
Pretend not to care
And hold on tight
And in my mind
I am balancing on a railway tie
Soaking up the sunset
(Breathing in the life I'm dying)
And never
looking
back.
YOU ARE READING
These Times
Poetry"There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying." -Sarah Dessen A collection of Poems
