The ache, I am in a murky river,
Afraid to reach my toes to the bottom,
Scared of what might be underneath
Emotions deeper than I can feel
A well of limitless, ill-timed tears
Healing, not confined to the shallows
My lungs have heavy weights upon them,
Easier to stop exhaling
Because then I wont have breathe in – light-headed
Memories spill onto the pages of my mind
Colourful treasures and regrets
But they never made it to the photo frames
Silence ensues, behind a one-way tapping
A tumbleweed, rolling across an unfinished scene,
A horrific painting, of my greatest fear.
I lost someone.
I don’t know if he’ll find me.
I love this it is beautiful. and why won't you tell me who it is about? ha ha ha. I think I know who it is about but I could be wrong.
ReplyDeleteOh it's beautiful. The first stanza takes away solid footing, and tumbleweed...it's a tenuous feeling of loss, it's fantastic.
ReplyDeleteI love it stephy, I felt an image of being scared to feel the deepest of those feelings deep down, which I know all too well. brilliant words =)
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