The dreams are the hardest thing to stop.
When I'm awake, I know to keep my distance.
I keep my eyes down to the ground,
Because I dare not look pain in the face.
You stay on your side of the invisible line,
And I stick to mine, wandering through,
Passing by you, never looking up.
Weakness.
I feel weak.
Then I sleep.
The dreams are the hardest thing to stop.
When I'm asleep, I can't keep my distance.
You're looking at me like how you used to,
And your laugh is coating my ears in honey,
And I am sweet with you,
And everything is okay because
That's how it always was.
Weakness.
I feel weak.
Then I'm awake.
YOU ARE READING
The Black Kettle
PoesieA book of poetry that I was going to publish but decided to use for online formatting and constructive criticism so I can create a book of poetry that I can debut.
