A Wish to never be Rescued

    

   Appalling Silences that broke away from the vibrations of these avalanches

looking for meaning, looking for something to bury,

 instead of running

the absence of your eyes intervened of what was to come in this very moment

  

Not so worried what swept the dust of the doors that slammed the quickest

  when my remembrance came around the corners with a lantern

knocking on each unanswered door

 A gaze of ice that covered up my eyes

 A  racing- heart going

 A uncertainty if one of the doors opened with memories of you

 

A heart that seems to freeze by repeating things over and over again

This was my only talent I've mastered in this immunity to time.

Deeper ways was nothing but an understanding that I was lost

Scavenger hunts in the horizons of your eyes  

where sunsets went quiet

to see if a reflection experiencing the same thing

 Only seeing my frost-bite fingers laying down

remembering what it was like to collapse upon your skin under your hands intertwining with yours.

 

Author's Note

what did you think?

Reviews

[Re-Pete]

someone is sure mired in memories. the speaker is torn between recollecting the good or the bad. when he thinks back he doesn't know which thoughts will enter in. he has become comfortable in the past and has no desire to move on. he is stuck there. he keeps playing things over and over like an old movie but still gets something new out of it each time. he has grown complacent wrapped in the arms of these repeating thoughts sometimes surprised at the new places they take him. this is where you took me. you have a very unique style of writing. refreshingly different. powerfully subtle ... :)

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I write weirdly through the times I guess every writer does and you have a unique way of looking at things and reviews are very thoughtful and powerful. I sincerely appreciate your in depth review means a lot.