The road,
It has no signs
Trapped in a twilight
You walk
Shadow of a sun
Long gone
When your lungs close in
Tell me
And I’ll breathe for you
My colors
They Dance
In your blankness
Oozing from
Unseen wounds
You try to fight
Find no strength
So you dance with them too
When your lungs close in
Tell me
And I’ll breathe for you
The words
You don’t know
It doesn’t matter
You’ll sing along
And I’ll sing with you
When your lungs close in
Tell me
And I’ll breathe for you
The sun
It shines
“Our sign!”
I cry
On the ground
You falter
I scream
There comes no voice
I search
In your heart
No blood
It’s all in my veins
Embedded within me
My lungs
They are closing in
Will you breathe
For me too?
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"My colors they dance in your blankness"...that's lovely.
ReplyDeleteVery well done. Beautiful as always.
You make me want to speak in poetry always its so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteyes...
ReplyDeletelovely verse...the last is a bit haunting or maybe just the anxiety of the answer...
Such a beautiful poem. Happy TT!
ReplyDeleteLovely, but a bit sad, too.
ReplyDeleteI won't like a road with no sign, last Sat, I went to a tramp, and missed the sign and ended in an un neccassary difficult climb. We had to back track.
ReplyDeleteSo signs please.
"Tell me
ReplyDeleteAnd I’ll breathe for you".......lovely.....touching :)
WOW
ReplyDeleteIf that is not love,then what is it?
Beautiful!
;)
i'm claustrophobic aagghhh!
ReplyDeleteoh my! it's official...no way are you 14! Love this!
ReplyDeleteI like how one offers to breathe or the other, when the first one feels crushed, suffocated, unable to breathe. From anxiety, perhaps?
ReplyDeleteI know that feeling well...
"When your lungs close in
ReplyDeleteTell me
And I’ll breathe for you"
That is so incredibly beautiful. It should be a song. :) Is it a song?
Very lovely indeed. Well done!
/Jo
Some of the poems I write have lines that almost haunt me with a tone. I tend to repeat these lines so they seem like a chorus in a song and it seems like it shows.
ReplyDeleteso awsome I also am glad to find another 14 year old
ReplyDeletehi my mom loves your taste in books heres a recommendation: the myth of you and me by leah stewart.fun isn't it
ReplyDeleteWow.. the mutual feeling! It touched the depths!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem.
ReplyDeletehat's lovely.
ReplyDeleteVery well done. Beautiful as always.
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