anybody
breathing
can we hear each other out?
did the silence get too loud?
even then we’re breaking down
falling deeper into recluse
god, it’s such a travesty
heaven isn’t promised
if we can’t enjoy reality
just hear me out- i
know i’ve talked across a thousand seas
little whispers turned to
malice and they carve into the trees
no, its not some aching-secret
or a code you’ll never crack;
please just listen to me close
questions after, all i ask is that you
realize where i’m coming from
sunken hope without a flag
trusting that there’s people out there
understanding, loving hands
vehicles of great destruction
will do great things on a track
x the o’s and dot the i’s
you are worth everybody’s time
zealously your words will shine.
About the Creator
Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Oh, I really like this one!
the writing was outstanding.