for yesterday.
Knowing it’s never going to return
again and life must end.
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Closeting memories, turning the key, locking them interiorly so they can never be reached by anyone, but me.
Reaching for ends of ribbon lying beneath the door, pulling on them, wanting to explore one at a time without any interference.Collecting images, placing them into visions, out of place, testing undeveloped reasons for each one.Planning patterns abstractedly in indelible ink, setting them carefully into frames of pictures.Hanging them in galleries, awaiting my mind’s intellect…
Lights shining brightly in my mind, giving an exceptional
Tending to lean more towards quieter intents, yet calmlyleading ways into traumatic sections of mind-alteringpictures, prepared from childhood and preserved for theadult in me to interpret.Giving off auras, colorful, yet dismally filled withblackened ebony crossbones, allowing no entrance intocatacombs of dire consequence.Appalling memories set against innocent meanings, fill mymind with extrasensory perception and I cannot…
Soothing calluses of my mind with balms of writing through music.
Bringing tears to mind afterwards, flowing downstream and into vaults of steel.Encased, treasured, protected for an eternity of absolution, awaiting forgiveness.
Walls reaching higher into the atmosphere, keeping people at a distance, and never edging closer in life.
All the while, holding everything at bay and choosing to accompany self, alone, because it’s better than being made fun of.
Showers from a rainy day in November, fall upon my brow,
Sadness crushing me inside, silencing my life on earth,taking all hope and dropping it into a canyon of eternaldepths.Finding no one to confide in, I write, and maybe someday,after I’m gone, someone will listen to the sadness I’vewritten here – baring my heart to the world while hidden.