Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2017
I couldn't memorize the scriptures
Words get caught in between my mind and my mouth
I murmur worthless phrases
When my blood feels like static
Underneath my skin
Seventeen Sundays and you come to visit me
It's always been too hot here for you
But I've always felt safe next to the fire
A wave of silence between us
Always comes crashing in
Drowning everything that could have been
Shawn Adams
Written by
Shawn Adams
Please log in to view and add comments on poems