Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2019
‍  
thoughts pour
spill from their borders
swarm their predestined portion

"and I make them wait."

memory crawls my throat
makes itself known on my tongue
climbs into the labyrinth of my ears
bursts through the drum

and it is gone
   ‍      ‍  
 ‍
I am not a child

all the cars slow
to a rolling stop

where I lay,
fine-combing the dirt with my lashes

I've done it again

erected the edifice of my life
on the air from her lips

and when her gusts are wild,
I wish I was never born

but I am not a child

wheels appulse on the tar
inches from my tender head

I don't want to go home

I don't
touka
Written by
touka  20/F/Wilmington, NC
(20/F/Wilmington, NC)   
527
       Lora Lee, 925, julie, Lye, Shiv Pratap Pal and 10 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems