stonewall
he steps forward.
heart racing,
sick of mending something
that keeps falling apart,
over and over again,
until he can't breathe
without seeing that face.
trembling, shuddering hands.
he grasps for light,
his fingers slip through.
why is he afraid?
always afraid.
always terrified of seeing that someone.
eyes dull, shimmer gone,
what if he dies?
breaking down, there's nobody.
only that boy.
backs away.
he stands still, barely alive.
he misses that love.
he misses the boy he could never have.
he misses that feeling.
tiptoeing his way down an alley street,
towards a haven.
more like heaven.
door opens, door closes.
all around him, life.
he closes his eyes,
he holds his breath tight.
nothing could possibly go wrong.
not tonight.
YOU ARE READING
11/10 poetry
Puisihi. here are some poems. take them they are my children they get better as they go, trust me. i'd just read the newer ones if i were you
