it was my unconscious thoughts
that tethered me to my being
the hours were lonely
my mind was running, faster than the wind
each image flashing by too quick
my words were too hurried, the pages were too crumpled, my eyes were too blurry
now I watch the sky lighten out into mesmerising hues
and yet my eyes are fixed at the same spot
i feel small, like a critter, in this great big world
insignificant to the greater scheme of things
it seems it's only in these somber hours
that one truly makes any sort of claim or conclusion
YOU ARE READING
Almond Blossoms
PoetryNamed after my favorite Van Gogh painting, I try to give some feelings words.
