I looked at the man with curiosity,
He climbed into the trash can.
Looking for the treasure he wanted,
A full stomach.
I didn't understand at first
That he held a bottle half full;
Sprite filled to the label.
I saw an aching man turn into a joyous man.
He reached for the stars
His clothing reached as well,
I saw his ribs screaming in joy
He finally found the treasure that would cure his pain,
For only a few minutes.
A pain I knew not,
I reached for the door of the restaurant
YOU ARE READING
why I should have listened
PoetryThis is a direct journey into my mind through poems, most inspired by pain others created through pure thought and draft. I hope to push forth and express the emotions brought into each poem.. or to leave a sense of ecstacy. Enjoy!
