It seemed like honey
Until everything turned sour.
And I felt my skin burn
In the flaming heat
As your hate-filled fury
Edged upon my arm,
Smoke and charcoal
Laid as my foundation.
It seemed like sugar
Until everything turned cold.
The blitz of frost
Upon my tongue
As if it lifted to catch snowflakes,
But instead caught an avalanche
Of words and a frosty shoulder
That pointed my way.
It seemed like frosting
Until everything turned numb.
Until the frosting turned to ice cream,
Giving a glacial freeze
That hardened so fast,
I could not move.
Until my limbs turned stiff
And all
Was
Gone.
It seemed okay
Until everything felt gray.
And everything felt out of place.
Who am I anymore?
-A note to the inner workings of my mind.
YOU ARE READING
Eden
PoesíaLife changes, so will I. *** What I hope to achieve in poetry is betterness. In my writing, in myself, and in this work.
