i sit through the hours.
i sit beneath the stars
glowing on the crack'd blue paint
on my ceiling.
/
i reach out and climb the night
unfurling, parting clouds from sky
a million diamonds each so bright
i hear their whispers call:
"you'll never stop loving distant lights."
yea, i guess you're right
so let the horizon slip; let me fall
and she whispers, ever quiet:
"maybe you can't have it all."
/
the windows frost
the breeze grows cold
but i still feel you
your warmth unfolds
the clock is watching
it can't break our hold
through dust, through ages
we are gold.
/
and that's why i tell myself
listen
when the whispers call
their echoes ring through these haunted halls
oh, my haunted halls
they chant:
"maybe you can't have it all."
/
yea, i want everything way too much
even though i know
that when dreams come true
there'll only be nightmares left to live for
/
but i've still got you
sitting with me as time swings
and in what way are you
not everything?
YOU ARE READING
cacophony
Poetrya trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020