Watch me, oh hope,
While the rivers, take me
Down with, the slopes
Under, my cheeks.
It is tears, that wash, their way, towards safety.
I had buried myself, in arms,
Only to turn up, to a face, empty and listless,
Faulted, for my agony.
Watch me, oh hope,
For I have reached, the end, of the rope,
Have let myself go, to the bottom, of the Earth
Where waves rush, against my ankles,
As pain squeezes, my flesh,
While fires do not, want to die,
While my face no longer, wants to hide.
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I love poetry for the many different feels it presents! This piece may have sighed for hope yet I felt a gentle release at the end. 🙂
I find life to be 99% pain and learning, and 1% laziness and rest. Like genius has been said to be 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration.
Life would not be completed without rest. Even under an anesthetic, we are halted for an instant, without pain, even if 8 hours ran by. For what was to us a brief amount of time, our world, what we know, our body, was ripped open, and bled out. We did not feel it, though.
Wars are always raged on, while we are sometimes blind to them, because we blinked. Our eyes were closed, for only a moment, until we opened them, again, to see what frightens us.
So… it’s why I often only allow a small glimmer of peace, in my otherwise morbid and sad poems. 😀