Heartbeat
Through my eyes
The world whispered hello
But I miss heard
And I missed the catch
I dropped
Hard against the grey stone
That makes into a
Grave stone
I yelled not today
And reached out for the day-
Of light
The sun returned from its nap
And it's hands lifted me
Like the Egyptians carved
Into the stone below of me.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
