#firstsubmission
How do I answer
The blues man's call?
When you sing me a song
Of how I have saved you and
Lifted you up
Left you down and dusty
And quoted the verses that all men
All creeds have sung
You cannot make an exhale
Of my inhale
I am not your trumpet
I cannot hold your whisky or
Sing along the crocodile song
But perhaps I am the tapping toe
That matches your rhythm
And waits for the last bar
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
Take solace in my blistered heart
a disarray of bleeding memories
for I will rise from the ashes
unharmed and unscathed
a moment of equilibrium
glances of ambition
shattered photos of weathered faces
it would appear that I've been reborn
Bask upon the decline
the memories once again fade
becoming decadent once more
for I am frail.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC
I stand here dripping wet from the rain;
From the storm you left in your wake
Shivering from exposure;
Droplets fall off of me to the ground
My tears blending in;
No one can hear my calls for you
The thunder drowning out my cry's;
No on can see me with the fog that begins to crawl in
But I am not invisible;
I see myself
From a distance I see headlights approaching;
As if my prays had been answered
And looking through the windshield I see you,
as if you had never left
Bringing with you the sunshine I so crave;
And I can finally begin to dry.
S.J.Elston
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC