TOXIC WANDERING.
( april, 2019 )
i sit atop the eiffel tower
daydreaming above wisps of white dust
i am often left wondering
why i have wasted so much of my life
so many unexpected moments of bliss
left cradled by the thought
of death itself
and how badly i crave
what the unfortunate have met
in a universe where angel wings
and lucifer's horns
are all viewed the same
on outstretched shadows that cast
over broken sidewalks.
it is when the choir peaks out of the sunset
oozing liquid gold
they sing a tune only the deaf can dance to
only the blind can see
as they prance across the highest peak of the
mountains garden
and i am suddenly more
than all the bullets i have swallowed
razors that ran dull against my skin
empty pill bottles kept under my bed
and i climb down
all to wait for the sunrise
where i will join the clouds
and forget my worth
all over again.
YOU ARE READING
yesterday's news.
Poetryxviii, april. (iv). gravestones as empty as the bodies buried beneath them. © playlist poetry
