In this, deserted Desert
In this, ravenous Rain
In this, barren Blizzard
The only sense I use
Is my hearing
Because the only thing I can hear,
Are the howls of pain-
Pleading their lives onto mine.
Are the pellets of gunshots-
Reverberating through bodies of flesh and steel.
And the eventual silence-
This silence asking me why I couldn't do more.
Cry, Cry, Cry-
It's an impulse only I can feel right now.
Only to wait and see what happen next with salty tears streaming my face.
Then, as I sit here
Through these imagined
Deserts,
Rainstorms,
And blizzards.
I wonder when my mind,
Will say
"You look handsome."
Without having,
Someone else
Take the string from my mouth and weave words I've never thought possible-
And I see what I haven't saw before
The clearing of these storms
Leads me to happiness-
With his hands around mine
All I feel is jubilee
So all I do is
Cry-
Based on that choking feeling I get when I cry, and how I always wanted it go away.
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Works of Mizu-
PoesíaA series of poems in which I write about certain objects, places, people and situations- Works of Mizu is my poetry stories, with each story having different characters, settings, times etc. Please enjoy what I have written- P.S. Read the poems slow...
