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EYES two three four RIGHT two three four The commands still fresh in my head      we piled on the bus before dawn. On the way to the airport I took off my      glasses and put in contact lenses that      had been sitting in a closet for eight weeks. It felt good to look like myself again. I would never be myself again. I saw the sun rise in Phoenix, dawning      on my new life. Warm March morning      seeping through terminal windows      waiting for our connecting flight. We      paced in anticipation. Pacing. Pacing. Pacing. Waiting. Boarding. Landing. Surrounded by smiling, welcoming faces      and yet instantly alone. I had too many      bags and had to carry them up three flights      of stairs by myself. It was late. I didn't      make my bed in the morning. I got yelled at. I was instantly alone. In this shining bright dawn on a brand new      age sun warm on my face fog cool on      my skin I was instantly violently terrifyingly alone. And I would never be myself again.
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
landing in monterey
EYES two three four RIGHT two three four The commands still fresh in my head      we piled on the bus before dawn. On the way to the airport I took off my      glasses and put in contact lenses that      had been sitting in a closet for eight weeks. It felt good to look like myself again. I would never be myself again. I saw the sun rise in Phoenix, dawning      on my new life. Warm March morning      seeping through terminal windows      waiting for our connecting flight. We      paced in anticipation. Pacing. Pacing. Pacing. Waiting. Boarding. Landing. Surrounded by smiling, welcoming faces      and yet instantly alone. I had too many      bags and had to carry them up three flights      of stairs by myself. It was late. I didn't      make my bed in the morning. I got yelled at. I was instantly alone. In this shining bright dawn on a brand new      age sun warm on my face fog cool on      my skin I was instantly violently terrifyingly alone. And I would never be myself again.
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lilith
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
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