A day?
I wouldn't know–
How would I think;
Where would I go?
I wouldn't know
Who would've thought?
That this ash in a winterry May
Can melt my fire
Stash my ice;
Breath my desire
And roll my dice?
Who would've known–
When I didn't know that myself.
Where would I go;
When everything and everyone around me
Were all chasing after lust
And the desperation was real
I felt it kneed into my head
But I knew that the darkness was just another Aspirin
Aspirin that could slowly diminish your blood
The type of medicine that could make everything under your skin disappear
But what would I know?
I looked towards the shore
But all I saw was pitch black;
I looked towards, asking for more
But all I was given was its back..
I shared myself among my peers,
Young, fragile, and even small
I share myself, the person that I have been building on for years
But all that occured to me was how I'd fall.
I knew this was a danger– a rotten fruit
More like a mistake, a flaw
I felt more like a criminal than a mute
But your eyes were the last thing I saw.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁