Hear the pitter-patter of rain against my window
A soothing beat of drops on a pane
The distant chitter-chatter of the television next door
A whisper through the wall
Mumbling a soft murmur of bliss
An utterance of a memory long gone
A day spent lying in the damp sun on a Sunday afternoon
An eye drifting to unconsciousness; the bliss of warm sleep
A disregard for time, an innocence that has been framed
The calm wave of bliss is no more
Instead, a future caught in the wake of pain.
Pain that grasps you by the ankles,
Pain that starts with a kiss.
A feeling that is seeped into your core like blood on white threads
One that you could dismiss,
Perhaps a perverted illusion that you can not understand
A touch moving down; one you wonder if you feel
A confusion of a frantic mind that has you bound in chains
And you say to yourself, illusion is not real
A feeling, a memory, and illusion,
I can not tell if it is an illusion at all
Andrew W.
12-23-20
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 12:14 AM UTC
Hear the pitter-patter of rain against my window
A soothing beat of drops on a pane
The distant chitter-chatter of the television next door
A whisper through the wall
Mumbling a soft murmur of bliss
An utterance of a memory long gone
A day spent lying in the damp sun on a Sunday afternoon
An eye drifting to unconsciousness; the bliss of warm sleep
A disregard for time, an innocence that has been framed
The calm wave of bliss is no more
Instead, a future caught in the wake of pain.
Pain that grasps you by the ankles,
Pain that starts with a kiss.
A feeling that is seeped into your core like blood on white threads
One that you could dismiss,
Perhaps a perverted illusion that you can not understand
A touch moving down; one you wonder if you feel
A confusion of a frantic mind that has you bound in chains
And you say to yourself, illusion is not real
A feeling, a memory, and illusion,
I can not tell if it is an illusion at all
Andrew W.
12-23-20
ive been having a rough time, and decide to pick the pen back up and start writing. working on letting go, accepting that there will be imperfections, so I hope you enjoy.
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