There's beauty in this world
So much so that it's almost blinding
Binding every strand of grace
Right into place
The way the sky spills colors in the dawn and dusk of every warm day
Mixes my dreams within a swirl of delay
As I try to separate what wants to stay from the inseparable wonders of my far away brain
Everyone smiles for miles on end
Treating mere strangers as a new best friend
As confusing as this world is
Everyone seems to see it as it is
If that's all true
Then why am I standing atop the edge of a roof
The sky is simple and musters a gray
Tears stream down my stone cold face
I look down and see cement
It almost matches the bland sky above
And I think to myself
It would look pretty in red
my mind is SCREAMING AT ME
TAUNTING ME TO PAINT THIS CEMENT WITH SUCH VIVID COLORS
I'D SAY IM SORRY
BUT WHO WOULD CARE
I LEAN FORWARD AND BEGIN TO PLUMMET
MY MIND WON'T STOP RACING
BE QUIET
BE QUIET
BE QUIET
I've met my destination
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Mine
PoetryThis is a series of original poems that I wrote so that I could clear my head a bit.
