I've been laying underwater
for a long time,
layers of rust and dust
forming over me.
Words of distrust dangling
off my lash line,
particles of insecurity
palpitating against my rib cage
giving me this unwanted stage.
I've been watching a star
sprinkled sky my whole life,
avoiding the sunshine
that creeps over my shoulder
cause I'm scared it'll burn
I'm nothing but a watcher
I don't like to touch.
I'd like to see you receive
the letter I left you
but I dread the moment
of my turn because
from that moment on
there'll be no return.
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Self Taught Reality | a poetry book
PoetryPoetry books aren't that popular here but that should change, so I'm giving it a go. Writing is all I do besides school so poems are the only way I've found works to pour all the painfully abstract thoughts out of my head. I hope someone out there...
