5,4,3,2,1

An acoustic mourning

Dawn of the romantic minded

New notes emerging

A crispness wet with dew

Still just a song no one will hear.

 

Singing to yourself,

Much like talking to oneself

Surely an impression of artistic insanity

At the least emotional exhaustion

 

At the most?

I’ve lost the language of lovers

For lonely linguistics

 

Time, however, perpetuates

With or without my permission

 

Like music to someone else’s ears.

 

 

 

Landed Immigrant

Last time I swam I nearly drowned

The ocean that once rocked me gently

Swaying and lulling me

Gradually became a maelstrom

Like a frog in heating water, not noticing the boil

 

I survived, but the one I came in on did not

My ship is now resting fathoms deep

Merely flotsam and jetsam, to be forgot

Spewed up onto the shore I rest

But a longing to swim murmurs me

 

I am too afraid, too cowardly, too triggered

Flashes of the water rising to my neck

I can only handle dipping a toe in here

A finger in there, at most an ankle maybe

Just to see if it’s safe to even try

 

Oh how foolish of me to believe to be ready

The waters that devastated me made things clear

Now I see all the possibilities and all the problems

But I can’t navigate it! What a woe to behold

To see the right way but continue to get lost

 

Now I drown from even being knee deep

How can I ever take the plunge again?

To be wild, carefree, genuine and bewildered

Feeling hope has proven too unstable

Best to stay dry, though I don’t believe it

 

Five feet of rainfall

There is a hint of romance in the rain

To feel yourself lost in locked lips

Caught in a moment never to forget

Missing her oddly on sunny days

With a mouth so dry from the heat

And nothing prepares, not really

For the hint of sarcasm that was ignored

The washing away that came with it all

Snapshots pulled from forever

The forever you promised each other

My stature proved incapable to cope

Too short to last the trial run

It was only ever an attempt by you

You wanted it badly to stay raining

We both wanted it to work in truth

To keep promises you couldn’t

I won’t blame you, trying for so long

It’s more than I expected to live

But it takes more than just wanting

More than just albums of snapshots

More than just rainfall

To reach the height of heights I couldn’t

I am already grown,  a man

And the flood reaches my chest

I don’t tower above it, I am a part of it

And I will never have power over rain

The only heights left are within

And inside,  its still raining hard.

 



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