i exist
in the sea of uncertainty
wafting among the waves
weakened in my resolve
by a man who strolls
upon the water like
a sidewalk
(but there's no side
on the sidewalk
no water
in the water fountain)
i exist, in a thousand agonies
expression crafted in unimaginable
voids of white, graphite brought to the page
in strokes unrivaled by another's hand
there's no one else who can create such beauty
(but it will live on longer than me
even if i awake every morning
with a smile drawn on my face)
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
