I want to tell you
how much I miss you
but those words are
meaningless
they don't bring to mind
a flower uprooted
cast deep into a cave
the once bright sun
a spark in the darkness
the cave of my own creation
how a fear of everything
brought me to self-isolation
how I struggle against it
and sink into it like a bog
how there are moments
of blinding brightness
lightning flashes in the darkness
I'm left with purple tinged after images
ghosts of what is real
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 2:52 PM UTC
I want to tell you
how much I miss you
but those words are
meaningless
they don't bring to mind
a flower uprooted
cast deep into a cave
the once bright sun
a spark in the darkness
the cave of my own creation
how a fear of everything
brought me to self-isolation
how I struggle against it
and sink into it like a bog
how there are moments
of blinding brightness
lightning flashes in the darkness
I'm left with purple tinged after images
ghosts of what is real
©2011 Michael Acosta