The world is aquiver.
Shaking. Blurring at the edges.
I can't tell up from down.
I'm not sure if I'm breathing.
A claustrophobic, blinding light ensnares the universe.
I choke as I am pulled apart, as I slowly explode from the inside out...
The pain is unbearable, building, building, building --!
A scream is torn from my chest.
Quickly, shadow falls, washing away the blinding sharpness of the sky.
A moment of silence. Then everything shatters.
A sweet, smooth, mellifluous music flows gently through the glass.
The mirrored edge of the world has broken into a million pieces, too thick to ever see through, but still the music comes.
Relief floods my existence.
The dulcet golden melody washes over everything, leaving a sort of glow in its wake. Honeyed, sweetly mellow, liquid, rich, smooth, euphonious. Slowly, slowly-slowly, I emerge.
This feeling, I can't capture it with words.
Standing, solitary, in the sweet golden glory, I remember.
Homesickness floods me.
I am longing for a place that never was, I realize.
Never.
Always.
Alone in the vanishing mist of harmony, I begin to cry.
YOU ARE READING
State Of Mind
Poetrywhen things got hard you left because it was easier for you to walk out than to stand by me and fight you are just like the others guess you never loved me like you said you did
