Not that I haven't said this before But recently, I've felt the need to say it more My emotions are running deep, like a river That treads off course, and images are cutting me Like paper cuts that make the insides of my skin Sting of soreness
A fortress of imagination Broken down in a moment's instant I feel almighty, on top of a mountain's point But like a pencil sharpened too loose I break, falling off this high-rise And feeling my moment lose its momentum A totem that has stopped spinning As I lose control into the waves Of another current, down below
To slow me down But how would I know...? I'm just another moment That has turned upside down With only places left to fall And nowhere left to go.
This poem marks one of the first times in my experiences writing poetry, that it's been the starting piece of a sequence of poems to follow. That said, it still has a life of its own, as each poem does. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading.