It starts behind the nose
a light twitch
an airy burn
that's how I know
I'm letting go,
In that awakening alarm
I either decide to hold back
the seas behind my eyes
or set them free
into the night
suddenly my hands
feel cold
heavy, weighed down by the stones
that I tied on,
my very bones
my own foolish boat
that kept me afloat
is long gone down the road
of things I simply
could not own
collapse against the coast
take me away,
somewhere
high
drift only to the sky
into the stars
where I no longer have to feel
the pain that rewrites my name
and has become
who I am remained
an empty body
a mindless light
thrown inbetween
a shadeless night.
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Existent
PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.