20h
My mind faded
As if a window were being closed
Then broken.
I breathe and realize
What I am losing.
Slipping from my grasp,
A handful of water
Onto porous ground,
Soaking in
As I watch.
The sting of the scorpion
Would feel welcome.
As if a window were being closed
Then broken.
I breathe and realize
What I am losing.
Slipping from my grasp,
A handful of water
Onto porous ground,
Soaking in
As I watch.
The sting of the scorpion
Would feel welcome.
Short poem about losing someone we care about. This could be a breakup; it could be a death in the family. The poem conveys a feeling of numbness by the speaker in a period of detachment from the circumstances.
