I lay here, paralyzed,
under the vibrant evening sky.
Clouds float on by,
this, I've never seen.
Such beauty before me,
I've only heard of in stories.
It's mesmerizing to see,
almost unbelievable.
What's inconceivable to me,
is that we're the only ones here.
There must be more out there,
in each tear in the space time continuum.
Birds fly overhead,
singing songs to the dead.
Some words are better unsaid,
her bed will be empty tonight.
Night slowly approaches,
as darkness encroaches the light,
the sunsets on another day.
Paralyzed, I close my eyes,
as I lay outside my shattered car,
only a few feet away.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
I lay here, paralyzed,
under the vibrant evening sky.
Clouds float on by,
this, I've never seen.
Such beauty before me,
I've only heard of in stories.
It's mesmerizing to see,
almost unbelievable.
What's inconceivable to me,
is that we're the only ones here.
There must be more out there,
in each tear in the space time continuum.
Birds fly overhead,
singing songs to the dead.
Some words are better unsaid,
her bed will be empty tonight.
Night slowly approaches,
as darkness encroaches the light,
the sunsets on another day.
Paralyzed, I close my eyes,
as I lay outside my shattered car,
only a few feet away.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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