Bottomless

Prone to floating since 2013

Bottomless

I fell to the ground

But I felt no ground beneath me

So I looked up at the stars

But all I could find was a dead black sky

And I swear to god that I am stone cold sober

For my glass is never empty, but it's never been full

If I were a realist, then I would know

That my hands are still attached to my body

But here's my hands, and here's my voice

And I can't see a connection

So I look in the mirror to find my eyes are gone

And I swear to god that I am stone cold sober

Though my glass is never empty, it's never been filled

And I swear to god that I am stone cold sober

Gravity presses on me until I lose my vision

Yet here I am, floating around

I don't even want to stand, I just need somewhere to land

But the ground keeps falling down

I'm not a realist, but I'll put my faith in science here

Because I can't see - I have no eyes, remember?

And gravity makes my instrument sing I suppose

For I can't hear a sound

And I swear to god that I am stone cold sober

My glass is never empty but it's also never full

And I swear to god that I am stone cold sober

I just dropped my glass and it didn't hurt at all

I don't care if it hurts, I just need somewhere to land

I don't care if it hurts, I just need somewhere to land

Come back to me earth, I miss you my old friend

I don't care if it hurts, I just need somewhere to land

I don't care if it hurts

I don't care

And I swear to god that I am stone cold sober

surreal poetry
Violet P. Davies
Violet P. Davies
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