The burden presses each capital
hot-metal-letter
into my chest, burning a word
where I let your love rest.
Deaf to Please!,
mute to Stay!,
blind to everything else
that doesn’t smell of smoke and cold
earth and pheromones. Someday
I’ll be free of
this, I know;
but how much further
down this road?
(I don't know...)
This is one of those that just sat there forEVER and bugged me until I slapped something at the end so I could say that I finished it.
But I still love it, so there. ♥
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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