Disagree.
Tell me your favorite fears
I can take it.
Throw me away.
I might
decide
to come back.
Cuts in my soul
like chalk on my sidewalk
wash away
eventually
dust
where they once were.
Vibrant colors
adorn
fresh words
fresh newness
striking the stone.
Marks are so easily made.
Time passes
colors wash away
to white
to grey
a memory
invisible molecules.
And
the rock
remains still.
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 11:45 PM UTC
Disagree.
Tell me your favorite fears
I can take it.
Throw me away.
I might
decide
to come back.
Cuts in my soul
like chalk on my sidewalk
wash away
eventually
dust
where they once were.
Vibrant colors
adorn
fresh words
fresh newness
striking the stone.
Marks are so easily made.
Time passes
colors wash away
to white
to grey
a memory
invisible molecules.
And
the rock
remains still.
Request permission to use this poem