I enjoy the rumble of trains.
It eases the anxiety traveling
along the tracks in my veins.
I let the wind sing, trance
and hypnotize me until I
sneeze from all the fallen
pollen aggravating my
seasonal allergies. I
stare into ponds at
the fish just out
of reach. It’s like
staring into
the mirror
anticipating
the emotions
waiting to breach.
I can never seem to
forgive the sun for setting.
I find it rude not preventing
the darkness from spreading.
Begging the ancient ones for wisdom,
I found myself in a vulnerable position.
Exposing my need for desire, I became
unaware of the skeletons stoking my fire.
Feeling my flesh melt, I could sense
my demons reaching out.
I wished for rain and willed
the weather to oblige.
Watering the flames
making steam
burn the sky.
There’s always a price,
whether you can or can’t afford it.
The moral constant remains the same.
Is it truly worth it?
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Kale Bova
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Comments (3)
Oh wow. This was. Almost difficult to read. But too beautifully formatted and penned not to. Beautifully and poignantly written. And I was actually going to say the same thing as dharrsheena. Formatting was perfect for the poem and felt like waves Smaller and growing until the full swell hit home and then falling into the small but frequent lapping waves before growing again. We’ll do e!
Oh I really loved the format of your poem! The shape of it seemed like waves. Also, totally agree that there is always a price. Loved your poem!
:)