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Sep 2021
I stare straight into the sun
a rock doesn’t
in the river run
unlike the witch I
sink like a stone unknown
cold alone
as in the beginning
numb
to my existence
lost
in oblivion
a round a square
to triangle crowned
no coming back
the clown drowns
there is no sound
out in the clouds
upside down
hanging on a frown
my colour fogs
to a clay like brown
I whistle for the hoot
but nothing comes
no owl
moody and blue
I only play to lose.
I see the star I do not run
I fall apart I come undone
I live for it the rain the burn
the everlasting storm
a rush a drug a hurricane
of pure ****** love.
I never met a siren
didn’t drag me out to the deep
drowned a few times
came back whole complete
from under the sea
now I tie a rope to the lighthouse
and swim when I please.
When I get the need
I dig my grave and I dig it deep
so deep I come back three.
Don’t worry It’s just a ride
inside through time
the void within
absences in my mind
the everlasting rain shame
stained blue.
All other colour runs
runs to red
my heart fills with dread
what can I say
it just comes out that way
gotta rip the poem from my soul
the words the words the words
wont bleed out on their own.
We gotta do what we gotta do
coz we gotta be free
I’m drowning
out in the sea suffocating
slowly slowly silently
fading dimmed dim
my wings clipped and singed
fluttering  fluttering fluttering
on a hope so thin a hope so thin
a simple breeze ***** everything.
Army green trench deep
dusty distant dim
a kite that blows without a wind.
It’s a triangle a triangle
a triangle vision
three points in tact
just a fact
that I’m always gonna
keep coming back
down the lane i go
back on down the lane
down the lane
back on down the rabbit hole
to the place my soul
feels most at home.
The light changes
and i feel myself again
out in the wood out in the wood
out in the wood
always in the wood
no longer blinded by the green
free to look into into the blue
of my dream
a fire flows
the river to the road goes
the ocean leaves me cold
a separate silence
knaws on my soul.
The itch in my bones
wont wont leave me alone
wont leave me alone
the itch in my bones it
wont leave me alone.
Sometimes
you just have to throw the cards
against the wind
and watch where they land
six plus five is eleven
shows me where to dive
how to jump blind
deep inside the mirror behind
the future a wall
blank white tall.

JMCole
Written by
MyDystopiA
330
   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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