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I've left my footprints in the sand Feeling your warmth leave my hand I stop to soak in what has come and gone Feeling alone and withdrawn I'm bombarded by vicious visuals of my living fears and everything I could ever revere I'm a glass tank with only one shot For the pain, I'll give you what I've got Take me and my lacerated soul Find the glass that cuts the deepest hole Just be gentle with your hand I'm at my most vulnerable and at your command In return I'll love you to a fault I'll bath you in my returning light as a result You save my life every day, with nothing to even say I even fell in love with myself today I left my footprints in the sand And felt the warmth return to my hand I stop to soak in what has come and gone Feeling more alive every waking dawn
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
The Brain's Transition of Thought
I've left my footprints in the sand Feeling your warmth leave my hand I stop to soak in what has come and gone Feeling alone and withdrawn I'm bombarded by vicious visuals of my living fears and everything I could ever revere I'm a glass tank with only one shot For the pain, I'll give you what I've got Take me and my lacerated soul Find the glass that cuts the deepest hole Just be gentle with your hand I'm at my most vulnerable and at your command In return I'll love you to a fault I'll bath you in my returning light as a result You save my life every day, with nothing to even say I even fell in love with myself today I left my footprints in the sand And felt the warmth return to my hand I stop to soak in what has come and gone Feeling more alive every waking dawn
I wrote this is regards to how my mind operates. It will hit me with what it knows will **** me, than all of a sudden pick me back up, but higher... Sometimes, only to push me down again. It's something I don't even understand.
lauren-leal
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
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