Lying opened the door
No dust stuck to me
Looked south, walk north
Barefoot
Saw venus
It must be
Just look at it
I wanted to swim
But it would take me years
My shadow stretched out
I looked the other way
I couldn't tell who it was
I felt a hand on my shoulder
Coming from behind me
I turned to see behind me
But nothing
I turned back to see
The boy who looked up and the sky was without clouds and seemed near
He jumped for them
To no avail
A hole opened
Deep and dark
Pushed
I fell in over and over
It felt familiar
I see the way falling made me sick
I missed the love from before the fall
The edge cut me deep
I was still falling
Close up now without now
I knew days and nights,
rain and shine,
and light and darkness
I felt the pain
A lone figure
My mother
I got closer
I wasn't frighten
I could see this woman
I regretted my bravery
She threw her hands
I could pray not
listen carefully to my words
As I make good imitation
A pack of dogs chase eachother
And fight
Instead I lie
Drawn up
Fingers interlaced
I opened the door
There was no one there
Move fast, the sun went out
Throw a stone three times
Time itself just threw it back at me
Deep gash
Scarred
Immediately felt false to me
I paid for when I saw black
I could hear them laugh
How beautiful
I got close
But it wasn't beautiful
They weren't laughing
The sky far away
Able to touch it with my fingertips
Contact
I felt sad
So sad
Numb
I couldn't imagine feeling again
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Train station poetry
PoezjaPoems written during a daily commute. From depression, Ptsd, and anxiety, to love, redemption, reflection, there is something in here for everyone. #2 in poembook (December 18-January 4) #39 in poetry (January 1- January 16)
