Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
blake-harceyPoems
I'm watching the home my mind lives in burn to the ground The sanity that felt comfort there is now crawling around for an exit that can't be found but hey, maybe it never existed. I throw out my cigarette, and as the the last smoke crawls from my throat- I smile. there's a nirvana in the embers that are chewing at the ceiling, and I can hear my thoughts screaming. but hey, maybe they never existed. I watch the last of the shingles smother the ashes of that home, And I'm not so sure my mind was alone. Because the last time I stayed there, The night I started the violent flare- You were in there. But hey, at least now it's not hard to say- "Maybe she never existed."
0
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
Untitled
I'm watching the home my mind lives in burn to the ground The sanity that felt comfort there is now crawling around for an exit that can't be found but hey, maybe it never existed. I throw out my cigarette, and as the the last smoke crawls from my throat- I smile. there's a nirvana in the embers that are chewing at the ceiling, and I can hear my thoughts screaming. but hey, maybe they never existed. I watch the last of the shingles smother the ashes of that home, And I'm not so sure my mind was alone. Because the last time I stayed there, The night I started the violent flare- You were in there. But hey, at least now it's not hard to say- "Maybe she never existed."
blake-harcey
Written by
blake-harcey
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem