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Apr 2014
All my words fall out and scatter
Like dumping a box of puzzle pieces
on the grubby carpet.

So here, as I try to piece it all together,
Please hold your breath
(and possibly my hand)
While I ramble on to you,
My sweet, silent listener,
My own temporary love,
You gentle stranger.

Dragging my throat over brambles and thorns,
I've craned my neck to see over a barrier
That made itself known
Despite the roses and smooth lilies
That couldn't cover it enough.

I tried so hard to tear it down,
I wanted to get over it,
Get to you,
And let myself be with you.

I let my nails cake with blood,
As I climbed my way over,
Skinning my legs,
Puncturing my arms.
But never mind the tears,
They pull me over,
Push me to you.

And it's ok.

But as I finally fall over,
Making the final descent over the barrier,
I see you in the distance.

Surrounded by your own barrier;
Your own fortress.

Please let me in.
Anna Vida
Written by
Anna Vida  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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