I let my eyes unfocus and blur at the sides... As I numbly follow familiar white road lines. Soon my face flushes and I tighten my grip... As I wonder what would happen if I let the steering wheel slip.
Category: My Poetry
Glitter
As soon as my palm opened... Our glitter became dust. Now everything that sparkles... I know can combust.
Serenity
I remember a morning when you were still here... You were sitting with a cigarette while chasing a beer. You were watching the rain pour through the porch screen... Looking so lost, yet so damn serene.
Cold Hand
That moment you walk into your patient's room and she's visibly dead... And the granddaughter who is holding her hand looks at you and mouths "help me" through tears... And you realize that she's been holding her dead grandma's cold hand for twenty minutes while the rest of her family chats in the corner... Because she just didn't know how to tell them.
Scalpel
I wish I could take a scalpel to this head... To release the tension... To peel back the layers... And just dig inside. Even it's just for a moment... So I can finally see what it's relentlessly trying to hide.
Compliance
You say I'm not the same person I used to be, And for once I actually agree. Because that compliant girl you knew back then... Was never truly me.
Facedown
With a lowered head and red rimmed eyes... She held back her tears while praying to survive.
Daydreaming
Like a flick of a switch she's gone. Desolate and lost in her own head. Quietly questioning... Compulsively contemplating... And savagely sifting... Through every last fragment in her mind.
Momentary
Sometimes pieces of you become woven and entwined back into my life... Briefly creating a fabric of warmth and familiarity... That invariably returns to feeling as cold as ice.
28
As I wake up this morning to year twenty-eight, I think about all that has happened... And all that still awaits.
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