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i am sitting on a block of cement not meant for thought-out sentences or gracious gift-giving the sky is dark and the air is dry but we are all bundled up affected merely by the color of the hidden sun i wonder when the time will come that appearance is ******* by logic we should all know by now that grey means more than shivering and that jackets cannot keep the hurt from seeping in i remember when there used to a layer between children and the world we were hidden behind our walls like the moon behind the light of the daylight atmosphere we were safe yet had no idea no concept no understanding of the amount of protection that innately came with being small i yearn for that net keeping me afloat you are gone now and i am alone in a land that i have yet to learn the paths of i do not know how i will survive in this place when all i have is my two feet and this is a town full of climbing upwards you were my only mechanism for keeping out of the arms of creatures waiting in the depths of my reality i do not question your loyalty but i question my own sanity as i look at you we are not sheltered here and it is time to leave this sorry excuse for a home
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
the tea is too hot for drinking and the sound of your voice makes me want to throw my hands in the air and ask myself why i was allowed to fall this deep into the pool of dependence
i am sitting on a block of cement not meant for thought-out sentences or gracious gift-giving the sky is dark and the air is dry but we are all bundled up affected merely by the color of the hidden sun i wonder when the time will come that appearance is ******* by logic we should all know by now that grey means more than shivering and that jackets cannot keep the hurt from seeping in i remember when there used to a layer between children and the world we were hidden behind our walls like the moon behind the light of the daylight atmosphere we were safe yet had no idea no concept no understanding of the amount of protection that innately came with being small i yearn for that net keeping me afloat you are gone now and i am alone in a land that i have yet to learn the paths of i do not know how i will survive in this place when all i have is my two feet and this is a town full of climbing upwards you were my only mechanism for keeping out of the arms of creatures waiting in the depths of my reality i do not question your loyalty but i question my own sanity as i look at you we are not sheltered here and it is time to leave this sorry excuse for a home
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
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