Ashtabula: A Small Town
As my vision blurs and my heart sinks down to hell,
I feel the tears start to burn my throat.
My mind is clouded by pure emotion
and I feel a sense of insecurity
as my breathing grows unsteady.
The rhythm of love that once steadied my breath
has left me and is replaced by fear.
If you can believe anything, believe this,
my heart will miss more than just this quiet town
but the bodies that fill the empty space, too.
—0623'10
Another poem in the "Right Alignment" series :] A collection of thoughts that have passed my mind and that I have actually written down. Typically, they are the beginning thoughts to greater poems or songs.
