jittery expectations
rushed excuses
something PLEASE
to stop the endless anticipation
...
there will be trust in the heart
and calm in the mind or soul
but there is too much to decide in the single given moment
if only pleas would soar higher than the crimson
and our burning skies could crumble on cue with our river-shining tears
...
the molten mass of nonsense
should silence battle cries of change
but resilience burns longer
before ultimately the anxious villain
and doomed pathways
will crossbow through our hearts to swallow the peace of our soul
leaving pieces of memories sharp and swollen
-
fin.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Hello friends!
I am a quirky teenager, lover of books, music and theatre. I am happy.
An ally 🏳️🌈
Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear - Edgar Allen Poe
Consider this a doorway to my mind and soul.
I hope you enjoy ❤️
Comments (2)
Oooo, this was phenomenal! Loved your poem!
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