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Jan 2015
I had to start somewhere
It was the next day
I was still alive
But I felt a different way
I was down a step
But on the same stairs
I tried a different building
But those steps didn’t care
I wondered why it was important
I can’t hear it
But I felt it too much
I decided not to wear it
It’s not going to be bigger than it is
I thought this candle wouldn’t melt
I’m sad that I got over you
I wonder how the ring felt
Now my hands are held high
Lost in a sea of experience
Some wrote a book
Others an unfinished sentence
Walking between my business
And the questions you asked
I can tell you this but never again
You killed me but I buried the past
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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