Like a waste floating away,
Away and away into that horizon-
No, wait!
No tangerine and teal hues,
But a bleaking black hole.
It sucks me up until I am nothing.
Hemoglobin and enthusiasm left the ground- nothing.
My ardor and vigor for life gone away.
Maybe it was taken by the wind,
Or perhaps stolen by the thief.
Shhh closed eyes I have been.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.
Pulse rate still there somewhere.
She's crouched on the ground.
She's both there and nowhere.
Help is the deafening cry from her,
Even though she denies it.
Running away is her defense.
Covering up, mending up bruises quickly.
That's how it should be, right? or left?
Beep, beep, beep.
She's losing away,
Going into deep sleep.
Lightness is felt,
Floating again,
I'm losing contact,
But then I felt someone,
Hugged me tight,
Help me up to breathe,
And see the white sky,
Oh, I'm not done for,
Maybe I'm not really a waste after all,
Dugdug, Dugdug,
She's alive again,
Please never be dead again.
Thank you marcusdallcol at unsplash for the photo.
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Misty Sea | Poems
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