A soul yonder,
Speak
Yes
Does it ease.
Inhale, ah
Forever.
Breathe.
A distance, great
Felt closed with a breeze.
Whisper to me
It is not a dream.
Quick!
Grasp it, sense it,
Make it freeze?
What was it so abrupt,
Here then gone
Sickly stomachs quease.
Another breeze
Another month
Another, forgotten routine.
Consistency, unfathomable
But fathom I ask… you
Please.
Once under moon
Tell me
It is not a dream.
This is my first poem I took seriously and it's the birth of me discovering my poetic side a few months ago.