I see the clouds
atop the sky
falling through
the silky line
of horizon and deep
blue tinted vine
Falling through
that misty haze
that gentle breeze
that gusty rage
I see the mist
that stains my eyes
and steals my mind
I reach to you
I see your hand
if just to feel
and take a stand
with one more soul
with one more mind
just reach for me
amidst the vine
I fall beneath
that buried clay
that buried stone
I see it all
atop the clouds
that yield the mist
that blind my soul
they stain my eyes
I hold my own
Can you see
the flailing arms
the kicking legs
the screaming frame
as it descends
as it descends
beneath those clouds
beneath that line
I wish for peace
I wish for more
but alas my friend
I've fallen before
and this time I see
the written page
tinted red
crimson ink
a bloodied pen
soaked and steeped
beneath the vine
The earth did smile
it smiled at me
as I fell quite far
as far as could be
all that would step
and come to see
that I can't quite catch
this simple step
and so I fall
eternally above
that smiling maw
Take my hand
take my hand
let me know
you're there today
as I fall into
my early grave
YOU ARE READING
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RandomA mess of stuff that won't fit elsewhere. Some are pretty absurdist, no direct continuity unless stated (doubtful on that, these are meant to be one-off poems/stories). I like to explore different styles of writing in small works like this, so some...
