write: poetry

Pm₉

Sometimes I feel,
like nothing's lost,
like every day,
I like the most

And when I walk,
I feel my feet,
down on the ground,
the soil they meet

And when I breathe,
the air comes in,
and feels my lungs,
up to the brim

And where I look,
there's something new,
that keeps myself,
from missing you

Pm₈

Rain plays its rhythm slowly,
the sky is gray and bland,
and soon the night will wander in,
tuck in this sleepy land

Through windows, closed, but napping,
intruder tries to slip,
a bit of afternoons wet air,
"come out", whispers, "don't weep"

"But", "Stop, don't linger longer",
"Now, breathe in deep and slow",
"Smell it? The smell of empty streets",
it makes me want to go

I step outside, say goodbyes,
by mist in whole swallowed,
"my home is here no more my love",
"I'm off", steps died, wind howled

Rain plays its rhythm slowly,
no stars on blackest sky,
but soon the day will shine it's light,
unveil if I still cry

Pm₇

The dark has come,
slowly,
but surely,
encroaching

I cannot see,
my eyes,
succumbed to
the sadness

Towards the light!
I hear
a voice of
my reason

There is no light.
Responds,
despairing,
broken heart

Life chugs along,
unstopped,
goals are set,
but joy lost

I stand and fight,
proudly,
inside fear
takes over

The dark had come,
I've lost,
my lungs filled,
mind shattered

Pm₆

I thought I knew
how you might feel
about me

I thought I saw
how you were real
in your eyes

But it was just
reflected will
of my mind

And though your gone,
my visions still
hount unchanged

Pm₅

Walk outside ,
swim the sea of people,
meet and talk

Through the door,
from crowded city streets
noise and booze

Beautiful,
sit beside her for once,
so they say

Mouth open,
but it doesn't make a sound,
what to say?

Hand reaches
but it doesn't want to touch
a stranger

How can I?
If I cannot do it
In my head