Submitted To My Blog: A Short Poem
I look to the west.
A wash of colour streams down my cheeks.
This far beginning and sad ending
curls itself between my mind
and stays the night.
Arise! Fair morning wake fast!
 Disgusting.
Fridged dripping sweat
and callused ripping palms
both tremble along with me,
into me;
afraid of my own suicide.
My own, no. Not my own.
All lives touched, similar,
quantomly entwined.
What effects one
affects all else.
My life is not my life,
This shared reality hurled
across so many heads,
and draped like a curtain
over your soft pillow.
Suffocating you slowely
until dreaming is no longer an option.
I’m sinking. I feel it now.
Deeper and deeper I fall into my chair.
In my struggle for freedom,
you put out your hand.
Your beautiful, crafted hand,
and in taking it,
you’ve drowned in my chair with me.
In a prison of cheap wood and super glue,
I drift past all sense and happiness.
Into deaf black dreams.
In my space, I find myself drawing.
Etching clear pictures of kindness
in the wood.
The sketches build up, transforming my box
into a charcole collage
of tenderness, love, and melodies.
None of them are mine to hold,
but only to gaze upon.
—- thanks to whoever submitted that for submitting it. I don’t know why you didn’t leave your name! I never expected to actually get a submission but it’s cool.
