Those half-meant words with strings
Attached to a world so bright
The blinding blaze broke
The binds I had with earth.
World turned upside-down, it seemed
Now the sky attainable, eyes cloudy
Surfing towards the sun
To be burned down to earth, again.
Back to being normal, it seemed
Yet five feet down below the ground
Mouths above whispering to be brave
Even when I had dug my own grave.
Lying on the tear-soaked bed
My eyes gave in and closed
On a world I never left
Amongst the graveyard of promises.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC
Those half-meant words with strings
Attached to a world so bright
The blinding blaze broke
The binds I had with earth.
World turned upside-down, it seemed
Now the sky attainable, eyes cloudy
Surfing towards the sun
To be burned down to earth, again.
Back to being normal, it seemed
Yet five feet down below the ground
Mouths above whispering to be brave
Even when I had dug my own grave.
Lying on the tear-soaked bed
My eyes gave in and closed
On a world I never left
Amongst the graveyard of promises.