Poems from the Hurt

Parade

The blood is pounding in my ears
Drowning out my sobs
My nostrils flare
Reminding me of my stuffy nose
That seems to be packed with past regrets of an argument I cannot seem to remember
But I am able to reminisce in the feelings it evoked from me
As they are feelings I know all too well
They start in little puddles
Accumulating into ponds
Until they evaporate
On a warm summer's day
A day where I can be the me I've always wanted to be
Carefree
But they have yet to finish their cycle
They have yet to run their course
They form into great, heavy clouds
Ready to release havoc on me
Yet, they won't begin to precipitate until they can't contain themselves any longer
They wait until overcast is near
So that they can dampen my already drenched mood
And then they do
They rain all over my parade
As if there was a parade to begin with
They pour all my sorrows down my spine
Until they sink into flesh and bone
My dry skin absorbs the droplets
Seeking moisture
Latching and locking onto any form of emotion
So as not to feel numb
But I don't expect the cold
The ice in my veins
The frost encasing my heart
The way the wind bites at my cheeks
The burning at my fingertips
The cracks and creases of my lips
I can only grow numb
That when the thunder comes
And the lightening accompanies
My parade welcomes
Because it can no longer tell
That they aren't here to have a good time
That they are here to harm them
To end their party
To damage its decor
To wreak havoc on what little happiness remains
Until they decide
The party is over