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Oct 2020
You meet you mingle
Some walk on by
Some you loose some gain
You look at some
Some you peruse
Others conjure contemplation
And still others rub you the wrong way
And although lately it seems fewer. And fewer
There are still a few who rub you the right way
Then there is the one in a million
Which is the craziest thing to me
Each one of us is" that"
to
at the very least
Someone and never knowing it.
That magic elusive "one" causing delusion
The ambrosial conclusion to the unanswerable
Desires cajoled from my sole.
Turning lucidity into liquid
Melting away what i see into a solution
Infusing whatever surrounding you
Into an inviting colorful obscured
Chem trail .......
Oh so I...........
Trail on behind
Feeling like i wanna touch you
Maybe i do
And  although  i feel you
You dont ...........
And so I try
Harder i fail. ...
Maybe you arent real......
Oh I cry trying to be the one you need.
I get caught in you magic
Oh how i cry because  the biological clocks  turning
Im the tragic maverick blazing a short trail to your next
Restraining order
Im burning my best years in vain
Theoretically i guess ..........
Well sorta then again i suppose ill never know
Languishing in madness saturated in sadness
Holding on to something thats gone
Or even worse seductively ****** into the abyss
Gasping for air grasping for what was never there
In a pit of despair.
Oh and i feel so hollow in letting go anything concerning me
yearning
Oh why cant you see
I just want to hear you say my name the pain
Takes me to the edge of insanity
You poor thing im learning
  you have no feelings
Oh my tears rain down like a tsunami
Hailing rocks sulfer and fire
Im hanging precariously one finger from a mountain top
Of broken dreams. Ive been trying to fix
Everyone is calling for me
And no one hears me
I scream because friends who can still see me
Try and try to steer me away from you
Being pulled out of youre magic is causing my life to bleed.
I say leave me
I would rather die than to give up trying to reach her .and so i go on dieing as a cumbersome phantom
Still loving nothing but you
my feet never touching the ground.
Oh I see now im closer .
I am one of the colors flowing behind you
And im a little happier living in the residue of you!
Delton Peele
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