The dark room holds no promises,
and I give myself over to the unknown.
I am unsure if this is poison or merely a cautionary fib.
***
The nostalgic memories leave a scar.
With my eyes closed, I relive the fragmented pieces of you.
I am all but acidic, and I am envious of the flowers that bloom above you.
***
Although, I continue to keep my eyes closed,
and our gavel-to-gavel discourse comes to an end.
I no longer entertain the useless banter, and I focus.
***
I keep my eyes closed,
And from the pit, out in the distance,
I see a thread of perplexing and vibrant color.
About the Creator
House September
We’ll play with each other’s broken hearts. Let us exchange our pieces like trading cards.
I’m too bored to notice, and you are too high to notice the air beneath your feet.
I have poems to share.
Comments (1)
Though it started off poignant, I loved how it ended optimistically! Beautiful poem!